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Chapter 16: Damsel In Distress II

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‎Nora’s POV.

‎It was already dark now, Mikhail was yet to return - not like I cared or anything.

‎The room remained quiet since Aleksei left.

‎His threat still hung in the air like smoke I couldn’t wave away.

‎Disappear. Leave the city. Leave Mikhail.

‎Or watch Elias pay the price again, and this time they wouldn’t stop at an overdose.

‎I stared at my brother’s sleeping face, the oxygen mask fogging with every shallow breath, and felt the walls closing in.

‎Few days ago I had been a bartender w
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