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Die Trying

작가: Talia .E.
last update 게시일: 2026-05-31 13:21:46

POV: Nikolai

My bad leg was finally starting to feel like a real limb again, but the dull ache in my knee was not helping my mood. Every step I took came with a sharp reminder of what had been taken from us, and honestly, I was completely losing my mind.

My temper was short, my fuse was practically gone, and everybody in the room knew it. They were all walking on eggshells around me, which only made me want to punch a wall even more.

"Sit still for five seconds, Nikolai," Leo said, not looking
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