Lexie’s POVI woke with a weight pressing down on me, a heaviness that clung to every limb as though the world itself had conspired to trap me in a fog, suspended between sleep and nightmare. My head throbbed relentlessly, each pulse hammering against my temples with a painful insistence, and my thoughts were sluggish, muddled, fighting to rise through the haze. Even in that dazed, foggy state, fragments of the morning lingered like sharp shards in my mind, Ram’s words, the worry in his eyes, the menacing presence of the guards, Jackson… and the last name sent a jolt through me, a sudden, frenzied hope that made my chest seize.“Jackson…” I whispered, barely more than a breath, fragile and tremulous, my voice cracking under the weight of fear.The panic came in a rush, a cold, icy claw wrapping around my chest, constricting my lungs. I blinked rapidly, trying to focus, to ground myself, and that’s when the truth hit me, this room, it wasn’t mine. It was pristine, almost unnaturally so
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