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Mee feelings

Author: Bethel
last update publish date: 2026-08-05 06:15:55

Elara's POV

"Left, Elara! Keep your weight on the balls of your feet!"

I grunted, pivoting just in time to catch the wooden training staff against my own. The vibration rattled up my arms, making my teeth ache. "I’m trying, Elias! You’re just faster than you look for a man who spends half his day reading scrolls."

Elias laughed, his eyes bright with a competitive glint I’d grown to love over the last three weeks. "Is that an insult to my physique? I’m wounded."

"You’re distracting," I correcte
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Bethel
It is my story and I decide what happens If you don’t like the book, you can drop it Karen!
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Nonia Starks
you should have proof read this, first his eyes were gray now they are brown.
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