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CHAPTER 114

Angelina's POV

Sorrow.

That was all I felt.

I couldn't scream and I couldn't hear anything that was going on around me. The only thing I felt was sorrow.

Deep and undeniable sorrow.

Leslie was dead. My best friend was dead.

Face down on the floor and unmoving, I could see the blood seeping into the shirt she had worn.

Leslie was dead.

Why?

Why did he kill her?

I could barely register the voices that were speaking in the room. I knew that Winston and Marco were talking, and I knew Marco was asking for something that could never be his, but I didn't care about all of that.

The only thing I cared about at the moment was the person who lay on the floor. My best friend had been alive a few moments ago but was no longer alive now.

Why did I bring her here? Just for her to meet an untimely death?

No. I wouldn't have offered to bring her with me if I knew she would end up being killed. We had been captured because of my short-sightedness. I thought no one else would be using the servant pass
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