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46. Only Monster

Author: Juri Ann
last update publish date: 2026-04-07 15:28:22

Clinton's POV

My veins are still burning when Catherine grabs my hand.

Her fingers are warm. They tremble a little.

Her eyes search my face like she is trying to calm a storm.

"Why are you attacking my friend?" Her voice is gentle.

I slowly pull my hand from hers. Not rough. Not gentle either. Just enough to create distance.

"Open your eyes."

I point at Amy, but my eyes never leave Catherine’s face.

"She is not who she says she is. They planted her beside…"

"Clinton."

The voice cuts through th
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