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26: Ashely is to blame

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Natasha's POV

The world didn’t come back all at once. It dragged itself into my body in pieces—sound, light, the weight of air pressing against my chest like I had been buried under something too thick to lift. I couldn’t move right away. I didn’t want to. Everything felt heavy. My head, my arms, even my breath. My throat stung like I had swallowed something wrong, something sharp. I could taste it—chlorine, bitter and cold. I heard that soft, steady beep first. Mechanical and distant. A rhythm. Not my own, but close enough to cling to.

When my eyes finally opened, the light hit too hard. Bright. Unforgiving. I squinted against it and blinked until it faded into something I could bear. The ceiling above me was too white, and the room smelled like antiseptic and something lifeless. My fingers twitched. I felt fabric beneath my hand. Then warmth. Solid, unmoving. A hand. His hand.

I turned my head—slow, like the world would crack if I did it too fast. And there he was.

King Lucien.

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