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Don't Die

Author: Yarah
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-22 00:05:17

The underbrush gave way beneath Vaani’s hands as she pushed forward, but what lay beyond was nothing. No footprints pressed into the damp earth, no snapped twig to betray a hurried retreat, no glint of blood to mark a wound. The forest devoured its own secrets far better than the palace ever could—no velvet drapes to slip behind, no servants whispering in corridors, no calculated noises to mask an escape. Even Min, nose sharp as truth itself, lifted his head in uncertainty. He snuffled at the air, then flicked his amber gaze toward her with a look that said more plainly than words: I don’t know.

Frustration came in two strikes. First, the emptiness—how swiftly the attacker had vanished without trace. Second, the question that scratched at her thoughts like a nail against glass: who knew this place existed? Who had known to come here at this precise moment, when she was with Yeonho?

She told herself she should be systematic, careful, the way she had been trained—to notice small disrupt
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