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Chapter 182: The Antidote

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
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Eva’s Point of View

I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at nothing. The sun is setting outside, bleeding orange light across the walls, but I don’t feel its warmth. I should be with the others. I should eat something, talk, laugh, pretend we’re just a normal group of people waiting for a future that won’t kill us all.

But I can’t pretend anymore.

There’s only a month and a half left until my eighteenth birthday. A month and a half before the vision happens. Before the bond is triggered. Before whatever that bastard of a mage is planning comes to life.

And for the first time in years… I feel it. Fear.

Not for myself. Not really. But for them. Theo. Parker. Sonia. Elias. Even Trixie with her annoying commentary. If I fall—if I lose—they will suffer. Maybe die.

No. Not if I can stop it.

I slip out of my room silently, careful not to let the floorboards creak. My boots make no sound as I move through the hallways, down the familiar staircase, and to the concealed door beh
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