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"Evric."
Firm. Heavy. It wasn’t just anyone, it was my father. Rogan.
I stiffened, my blood turning cold. Zayn, sensing the shift in my expression, straightened instantly. I muttered under my breath, "My father is here."
Zayn’s hands moved quickly, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t even meet my eyes; he just focused on making himself look presentable. I stood up, trying to mask the storm inside me, and Zayn followed, equally.
"Dad," I said ...
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