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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVEN

Author: MightyEagle-X
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-11 23:52:36

EMMELINE

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I couldn’t sleep. The night felt endless. Every second stretched out like hours. The weight of everything pressing down on me. I stood by the window, holding Valen close to my chest. His little body was unnaturally still, and his eyes... they were wide open, staring at nothing. I kept whispering to him, though I wasn’t sure if he understood.

"They’re trying to hurt us," I murmured, my voice low and shaky, the words barely a whisper. "And your father won’t let them. Even if it kills him."

Valen blinked, his eyes heavy as though he was listening, but nothing else moved. I didn’t know if that comforted me or terrified me more.

The door creaked open behind me, and Callis stepped inside. Her eyes were tired, but she moved with the same quiet strength she always had. “Still awake?”

I nodded without turning around, keeping my gaze on the dark horizon outside. "I can’t feel him," I said, the words a crack in my voice. “It’s like he’s too far away... so far that I can’t reach h
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