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Chapter 48: The Enemy Within

Penulis: Evalyn Elvis
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Amara’s POV

I was unable to look people in the eye.

Not after Darius was harmed by me.

He was just about alive. Now he had the healers with him. I shivered as I watched from the shadows at the room's edge.

I didn't intend to harm him. However, I had.

That's what I did.

Me.

So far away from the others, I locked myself in the old tower. I sealed the door with my magic. Nobody was able to enter. I wasn't confident enough to be around them.

I had no faith in what was developing within me.

I curled up in the corner of the chilly stone floor, embracing my knees. I was trembling all over.

"What am I going through?" I said to myself in a whisper.

Lilith had always frightened me. Now, though, I was more afraid of myself.

"Please," I said once more. "Prevent me from becoming like her."

However, the quiet responded.

I could still hear her laugh in it.

Hours went by. Perhaps more.

I remained motionless.

A voice then came from outside the door.

"Amara."

He was the outlaw. The scarred guy who fough
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