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56. Every Detail Remembered

Autor: Lady Persephone
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Loriah’s PoV

I woke slowly, the world coming back to me in fragments. My head throbbed, but the first thing I noticed was warmth—firm, steady warmth wrapped around my hand. My lashes lifted, and there he was. Draco. His big frame was folded awkwardly into the chair beside me, his head resting on the bed, his hand clutching mine as though it were the only thing anchoring him to earth.

When my fingers twitched, his eyes flew open. Relief washed over his face so fiercely that my chest tightened.

“Hey, baby girl,” he said softly, his voice rough with exhaustion. “How are you feeling?”

I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my skull, making me wince. Before I could move again, he was already at my side, adjusting my pillows, his movements startlingly fast—so fast I almost questioned what I saw.

“What happened?” My voice trembled as flashes of memory cut through—headlights, screeching metal, the sharp taste of fear. “The driver…”

“He’s fine,” Draco said quickly, as if he’d know
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