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Ch. 85: Bleeding

Penulis: Astraia Spring
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-16 23:55:42

Astrella Honey's point of view

The car tore through the rainy, slick streets like it was running from death itself.

The blare of the sirens slowly faded behind us, replaced by the guttural, low roar of the engine and the terrifying symphony of our own breathing, ragged, uneven, and terrifyingly shallow.

Dax was a dead weight, slumped heavily against me in the cramped backseat. He was too heavy and too still.

“Hey,” I whispered urgently, pressing my forehead against his temple, forcing connection. “Hey, don’t do that. Don’t go quiet.”

His eyes fluttered weakly, unfocused, struggling to anchor themselves. “Still here,” he murmured, his voice barely a rasp. “Just… resting.”

“No resting,” I snapped, even as my own vision blurred and the pain flared. “You don’t get to rest. You got shot, remember? That’s very inconvenient.”

A weak, pathetic huff of air escaped him, almost a laugh. “Always complaining…”

My hands were
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