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Chapter 138

Penulis: Sienna Vale
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ABIGAIL'S POV.

For a moment I could not breathe.

The shadow Alexander had spun toward did not move like an enemy. It swayed. It trembled. And when the light from the corridor finally touched her face, the air left my lungs in a sharp, stunned gasp.

“Ava?” Alexander’s voice cracked on her name.

She looked nothing like the poised, sharp-eyed woman I had seen in the photos. Her hair was matted and uneven, as if someone had grabbed it too many times. One side of her cheek was swollen. Dark bruises
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