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Chapter 152 : The Breach 3

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BÉATRICE

I don't answer. I can't. Because I don't know. Because I'm afraid to know. Because in the way he pulled his hand back earlier, in the way he left running, I sensed something that resembled fear. And one only fears what truly threatens.

Aurélie steps back. She looks at me. And in her eyes, I see the fear. The real kind. The one she has been hiding for weeks. The one gnawing at her in secret.

"Don't take him from me," she murmurs. "Please. I know I have no right to ask that. I know every
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