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Chapter 7 Regrets

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(Soren)

It’s a cold night, but the chill I feel has nothing to do with the weather.

Cerelia lies sleeping soundly beside me, but her presence doesn’t calm me the way it usually does.

Guilt gnaws at me, festering like an open wound.

Hilda.

The mere thought of her name is a dagger to my heart, twisting deeper with every breath I take.

Where is she sleeping tonight?

What’s Damon done to her?

I’d made my decision in a moment of desperation and confusion, convincing myself it was the right thing to do.

Handing her over to Damon as though she means nothing to me anymore.

Hilda had been in a coma for a year, and the mate bond had faded after only a month.

I mourned her with every breath I took.

When I met Cerelia, it felt like fate was giving me a second chance.

Now it seems that I’m more like the villain in a fairy tale.

I’m not going to be able to sleep.

The image of Hilda’s eyes, filled with pain and betrayal, haunts me.

I promised her everything: love, loyalty, and the title
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Lala
I don’t know what to think of Cerelia yet. Is she a fake? Soren is a total jerk.
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Kelli Marden
what an ass*ole...lol
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