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\u201cNo, Nova. I didn\u2019t say that. I want you to be careful. This is too big for one person to handle. You\u2019re attached to him, and I get it. I kind of am, too, knowing what I know now. But you can\u2019t save everyone, and you can\u2019t do it alone.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t want to do it alone,\u201d I whisper back. \u201cTell Dec.\u201d I sigh. \u201cI will.\u201d I find Owen in the kitchen again.<\/p>\n

He has his shirt off. Of course. Music blares from a speaker in the corner of the kitchen, and he hums along. He doesn\u2019t notice me right away, and I pull myself up onto the island counter and pluck a blueberry from the bowl and pop it in my mouth. The muscles in his back ripple as he stirs something and moves along with the music. When he finally turns and notices me, he jumps and clutches his chest. \u201cFuck, Nora,\u201d he says, breathless.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t help the ruthless smile. \u201cDidn\u2019t want to disturb your hard work.\u201d He watches my mouth and drops his hand. His gaze narrows. \u201cOr you wanted to enjoy the view for a little while longer.\u201d I roll my eyes. \u201cWhy would I have to sneak a peek when you willingly flaunt yourself every second of every day?\u201d<\/p>\n

He gapes at me, and I laugh. \u201cTwo can play this game, Mr. Mills.\u201d He shakes his head, putting down the spoon that appears to be covered in tomato sauce. \u201cOnce again, you surprise me, Miss Riley.\u201d Shrugging, I pop another blueberry in my mouth. I go to jump off the counter, but he stops me. \u201cHow\u2019s the arm?\u201d he asks, serious now. \u201cFine.\u201d He walks to the island, picks up a small tin, and hands it to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy grandmother makes it. Helps with healing.\u201d Staring at the container, I twist the lid off. The smell hits me\u2014honey and beeswax and flowers. It\u2019s divine. \u201cLet me help you,\u201d he says, reaching for my arm. I must be in some sort of shock because I do without objection.<\/p>\n

He pulls my arm out of my sleeve, careful not to expose my chest. Unwrapping the gauze bandage, he dips his long fingers in the balm. The smell of it grows more intense, and I subconsciously inhale deeper.<\/p>\n

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Regenerative Lives is a wholly owned subsidiary of Brilynn Schrader. Cover Artist: Yummy Book Covers, LLC. All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Other Titles Available by this Author Dedication Author Note Prologue 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11.<\/p>\n

Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 32. Chapter 32 33. Chapter 33 34. Chapter 34 35. Chapter 35 36. Chapter 36 37.<\/p>\n

Chapter 37 Epilogue One Year Later Acknowledgments About the Author 1kitap1.com\/en Other Titles Available by this Author The Forgotten Earth Series The Forgotten Earth The Forgotten Flame The Forgotten Sea (coming 2026) 1kitap1.com\/en To all the people who secretly wish sexy billionaire Robin Hood’s were real. 1kitap1.com\/en Author Note Please note that the ideas and themes of this book are fictional. They do not reflect the express views or opinions of the author. Not all themes may be suitable for all readers.<\/p>\n

Please observe the trigger warnings for this story. Trigger warnings: One open-door romance scene, talk of murder, violence, and grief. Themes of unwanted touch, inappropriate behaviors in a work setting, trafficking, gang violence, and descriptions of wounds. 1kitap1.com\/en A Prologue ll I hear are screams. All I see is red. How everything could have gone to shit so quickly and unexpectedly grates at me. I grind my teeth and take cover behind a market stall that sells jewelry.<\/p>\n

The vendor fled minutes ago. Bullets fly everywhere, their target unknown to me. This was clearly a setup. But how? For whom? I\u2019d never screwed up an assignment as thoroughly as I\u2019ve messed up this one. My civilian casualty count was five until today. That number has jumped by more than thirty, if I had to guess. \u201cFuck!\u201d I whisper to myself, trying to determine my next course of action. If I want to get out of here alive, I need to make it to the rendezvous spot, but it lies between me and a dozen bullets.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not much of a crier, but if I were, this whole situation would have me sobbing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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