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The Tension (1)

Penulis: Loria Malf
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Seraphina’s POV

His response did nothing to calm my fears.

"I need to see them," I pressed, my pulse quickening. “I need to know they’re unharmed.”

Ambrosius tilted his head slightly, his crimson eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and mild amusement. "You are in no position to make demands, Seraphina," he said softly, his tone still gentle but with an edge that sent a chill down my spine.

I clenched my fists, nails digging painfully into my palms. "I’m not demanding anything," I replied, though we both knew that wasn’t entirely true. My voice wavered, betraying the desperation I was trying so hard to hide. "I just need to know they’re alive. Please."

For a long moment, he didn’t answer, simply watching me with that unreadable expression of his, as though he was weighing his options, or perhaps testing me. The silence between us stretched thin, thick and suffocating, like a fog closing in, leaving me no room to breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of how p
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