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, he orders in a low voice

es are tense, ready to f

second, his hand closes on my wrist. The contact is

nswers? You will have them. B

could have crushed me with a simple pressure, and yet he holds b

them"? Who I really am? he ask

I want to know. But I'm not su

ds to a huge living room with dark wood walls. A fire crack

ette awa

ight. His face is partially hidden by the darkness, but I immediately perce

my instincts howls me

d advances towards him, his body st

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without diverting the eyes from h

lot, retorts the man

silence

f their relationship. Allies? Rivals? There is a

Finally asks Maxime,

time, I perceive a glow in his gaze

ou that time

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sneers

why is this wo

mach t

my protection, Maxime

? Let me laugh. Since when do

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ther

ut you know as well as me that

to me, more ins

me to choose your camp ... make

led t

war

not

is about around me. And I'm not sure I'm the

orridor. This time, no error. No precipitation. I studied the premises, memorized t

ulated. I walk along the wall to the rear door, the one I spotted e

d hold out my hand

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my ear s

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owly and pu

ng else ... a smell, a forest scent that I cannot describe. My

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t

ch shadow could hide a danger. I must be careful. I spot the edge

more

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lit at night

top

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or the origin of the soun

shadow arises betwe

xi

t, impassive, as if

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back

t me

looks at me, his piercing look looki

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are soaring me and I struggle, hitt

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