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Sixty four

Author: B . A Lumina
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-28 19:07:16

ELENA POV

I should be asleep but my thoughts won’t shut up, so I get out of bed and pad downstairs in nothing but an oversized shirt and bare feet, hoping cold water will help.

The mansion feels too big at night, echoing hallways, polished marble that catches every sound. Somewhere in the dark, my heart still beats too fast from what happened earlier.

Samantha’s desperacy, Alex saving me again.

I’m almost at the kitchen when voices drift from the other side of the hall.

The voices are Low, sharp. Angry and I freeze because I immediately recognize the voices

It’s Alex and Samantha.

I want to barge in there and ask whats she's doing at the mansion, especially at this time and right after she almost killed me again but I stay silent and creep further

I know I shouldn’t listen, I should turn around, go upstairs, pretend I didn’t hear but my legs stay rooted to the spot, my breath caught somewhere in my throat.

“I warned you,” Samantha spits out, voice high and brittle. “She’s ruining you
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