He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 332

15:03 Fri, Sep 40

He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly

Chapter 332

(sy’s POV)

A lot of crazy things had happened to me over the past few months. Enough that I’d started, somewhere along the way, subconsciously bracing for the next one before it evened, the way you flinch at a loud noise after the third or fourth time it happens.

But I never

I let

version of my imagination, saw this coming.

by around the room, cataloguing the absolute nonsense of it. Archer, quiet in one corner. Nathan, sulking in another, radiating the

who’d shown up expecting a clean win and instead found himself drafted into somebody else’s war. Tessa and Mabel on the far side.

back.

nuinely, structurally insane, that all of these people had started out as background characters in each other’s lives – school acquaintances, occasional friends, strangers who orbited the same hallways without meaning anything to each other – and now here we all were. Stáck the same barely–finished concrete room. Because of a situation none of us had asked for, and one ! apparently now ran

had been right, annoyingly. This was the new normal. Nobody here got to just go back to their old life, because Nico’s men – the ones still out still angry, still armed would find exactly nothing stopping them from using any of these people against the rest of us the second they identified

mattered to whom.

So everyone adjusted in their own way.

Nathan looked like a man who’d walked into what he thought was a simple confrontation and instead discovered an entire war he had absolutely no training for. Mabel looked like she was actively mourning the loss of her social calendar, glancing at her dead phone every few minutes like it might spontaneously resurrect itself and deliver urgent gossip. Tessa had gone quiet in a different way the thrill that had carried her through the early chaos had apparently run its course, leaving something more tired and more real behind it.

Aria stayed silent.

I watched her more than anyone else in that room, if I was being honest with myself. Too many unaddressed things still sat between us, and silence from her felt less like peace and more like a held breath. I still didn’t trust her. I don’t think I was supposed to, yet.

Archer, meanwhile, I genuinely couldn’t read. Whatever he felt about any of this stayed locked somewhere behind an expression I didn’t have the tools to

translate.

Voices pulled my attention toward the door as Torres and a handful of the others filed back in, carrying bags that smelled, gloriously, like actual food. Apparently even a night like this couldn’t override basic biology. Hunger remained, stubbornly, a factor.

Torres crosse

ld bother me more than it did. /That, somehow, was its own small horror – how quickly automatic

sa and Mabel sat, working their way around. When it reached Mabel’s turn, she took one look had personally offended her.

1. ed. I don’t eat stuff like this, It’s low in iron. I need iron. I need actual nutrients.”

g it. Tessa said gently.

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Chapter 332

“No.” Mabel shook her head firmly. “This will do more harm than good to my system.”

During the time we were together, Nathan said from across the room, you ate far worse than this. Don’t act like your body can’t handle a sandwich.”

Mabel’s glare snapped toward him instantly.

“Maybe that’s exactly why I don’t stay around you anymore,” she said. “Maybe that’s why I changed course for something better.”

“You don’t get to speak to me that wew

Nathan’s voice sose sharply

her mouth to fire something back before Tessa caught her arm.

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