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CHAPTER 45

Auteur: Darcel
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ALEJANDRO

She almost dropped to her knees but I caught her.

“Meandra,” I called, my voice sharp as I shook her to get her attention. To snap her out of this madness. She had never been this close and to think she was comfortable enough to press her body against mine.

She made me run mad when she’s not by me, filling my thoughts now she’s taking up my personal space. Unbelievable.

“Meandra,” I shook her.

She didn’t move.

Not even a twitch.

I lowered my head to look at her. Her eyebrows twitched, furrowed for a second before slowly relaxing, as though she had fought with the last strength she had to stay awake.

To let another person be in control of her body.

“Meandra,” I shook her once more but her eyes didn’t snap open, nor did she fight. She just stayed there, her head dropping backwards, her hands at her sides. As I shook her, her body moved like a puppet whose strings were cut off.

For one heart-stopping second, I just stared.

She’s unconscious.

Then instinct roared to life.

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