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Kol’s Weakness

Penulis: Monellawrites
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Emory

I quietly closed the back gates and stepped into the night.

I could hear my heat punching so hard that I thought it might rip out of my chest. Every step away from the estate was like stepping off a cliff. I could still see my mother’s worried eyes, hear her voice begging me to be careful, to stay back, to trust Kol.

But I couldn’t.

I wasn’t going to sit in that house waiting for news. I wasn’t going to pretend I could eat breakfast or do homework while Rain was out there, maybe bleeding, maybe crying out for help.

She needed someone who wasn’t going to wait for orders. And it had to be me.

One of the smaller cars sat parked near the back drive, probably left by a guard who wouldn’t notice it was gone until morning. I slipped inside, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the keys. For a second I hesitated, my breath catching.

I could still go back. I could sneak upstairs, crawl into bed, and nobody would know.

But then her face rose in my mind.

Rain laughing, teasing me when I s
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