CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO:Saphielle’s POV: The more his hand stayed on me the more it felt like it was on fire, burning my skin, and the vision from before became clearer. There he was, killing me. Driving his blade into my stomach over and over again. The beast behind him was unlike anything I’d ever seen—it was terrifying. I had no idea what any of it meant. Hell, the old lady had stopped appearing in my dreams as soon as I cut ties with Azrael. So all I could do was maintain the distance between us. Even though he protected me, made me laugh the most, and showed me care… it didn't matter that he was all I thought about or that it hurt me so badly to say goodbye to him. It didn't matter that I’d started to fall deeply for him… It was safer to cut ties. “I’m not letting you go,” he gritted. “I want to be yours!” My breath hitched, my heart skipped a beat. He continued. “I like you, a lot. Nothing else matters, freckles. I just want to be yours, please, stop pushing me away.”The des
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