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But Cyrus wasn’t worried.
Not outwardly, at least.
He still carried that calm, gentle composure that had always defined him—the kind that made people trust him instantly. The same composure that made everyone assume nothing could shake him.
But deep down, something was off.
The necklace he had forged himself—the one that bound him to her—wasn’t with him anymore. It was around Isabella’s neck, exactly where it belonged. Yet even from miles away, he coul ...
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