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Chapter 5 is up now! Next week, Iâll be posting the final chapter of this installment.
âHello, cousin,â she spat.
Kylo stood from where he perched on the ground. âYou remember,â he said gently. âI knew you would eventually.â His voice was surprising gentle for all the anger that swelled in him. Rey was actually surprised that he had kept himself under enough control to not already hurt her.
He waved his hands in her direction. A couple of clicks signaled the fall of the restraints on her hands and she rubbed the area where the metal had sat too tightly around her wrists. She frowned. Kylo was being too hospitable already; he was up to something.
âWhere are the others?â she asked. âThe ones that fought with me?â She had no idea if he knew that his father was on base yet and sheâd rather keep that up her sleeve if she could.
âYou mean the traitor?â he asked. His words were slow.
She said nothing.
âYou will be relieved to hear that I have no idea.â















