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Chapter 128 - Psychological Approach

(LIAM'S POV)

The nightmare still clung to me like wet cobwebs, thick and heart clenching. Mason's blood on my hands. The screams tearing through my skull. The mob closing in, their faces twisted with disgust, calling me a monster. My chest heaved as I sat bolt upright in the massive guest bed, cold sweat soaking through the pristine white sheets. The clock on the nightstand glowed an accusing 3:07 AM.

I dragged a shaky hand down my face, the broken arm throbbing dully in its sling. Sleep was a traitor tonight—just like every other night. I was about to swing my legs out of bed and resign myself to another night of staring at the dark ceiling when a soft knock echoed through the room.

'Knock. Knock.'

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