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Chapter 100.

ผู้เขียน: Cherese
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Hope's POV.

The sight of Sarah — battered, broken, brutalized — hits me like a blow to the chest. My stomach churns, nausea rising like bile, and guilt crashes through me in unforgiving waves.

I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve chased her down, dragged her back if I had to. I should’ve told her that she belonged with us. That she mattered. That we weren’t whole without her. But I was too consumed by my own unraveling world — too focused on secrets, prophecies, and wounds I hadn’t yet begun to understand. And now... now she’s standing there, barely standing at all, held upright only by Malachai’s grip.

Her body is a map of torment — fresh bruises bloom over older ones, her face swollen, lips split, a gash slashed across her forehead. One eye is nearly swollen shut, and her arms dangle at her sides, trembling, skin torn and bloodied. It’s clear she’s been beaten, again and again. Some wounds are trying to heal. Others have been deliberately reopened. My hands curl into fists so tight
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