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Chapter 57

Penulis: Tiana Edwin
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-11-27 18:58:54

My eyes fluttered open, the surrounding was a blur of indistinct shapes and colours. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain, as if a heavy weight was pressing down on my skull.

“Oh thank goodness, she's awake” I heard a faint voice echoing.

I blinked several times, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was lying on a soft plush couch, my body aching as if I'd been thrown down mercilessly.

“Jacqueline… Jacqueline!!!!” The voice called out several times, trying to make me conscious. “Go get some aspirin and a glass of water for her.. Hurry!!” The voice became clearer to me now, it was Alexa's.

I reached up to touch the back of my head as I struggled to sit upright on the couch. I hissed through clenched teeth as the pain on my head flared, sharp and immediate.

“Easy there” Haze rushed to sit beside me, giving me support

“What the hell happened?” I groaned in pain

“I'm sorry for hitting your head” Alexa apologized in a soft voice “but you can't blame me… I knew someone was f
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