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167~ What Happened To Him?

Auteur: Ashveil
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-10 21:22:06

Ronan's Point Of View

The healer’s words hit like a blade to the gut... The poison is winning.

My breath stalls. My fingers dig into Zane’s limp arm, my knuckles white, my nails biting into his skin as if I could anchor him to this world by sheer force.

His skin was too cold. Too wrong.

The scent of wolfsbane clings to him, bitter and metallic, mixing with the copper tang of blood... his blood, soaking through the fabric of his shirt, staining my hands.

My vision blurs for a second, but I blink
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