—ALORA EUNICE’S POV— "Alora Eunice," he said, his voice low… unusually serious."Hm?" I blinked up at him, watching as he crossed the room with a steady, unreadable expression. “Are… are you mad at me?” My voice was soft, half-laced with drowsiness."No," he replied flatly but something about the way he stood told a different story.He stopped in front of me. “Can you stand up?”I frowned. “I just want to sleep,” I murmured, sinking deeper into the couch, my head resting against the backrest. From the corner of my eye, I caught Cheska watching me. Her eyes met mine, wide and unblinking. Was she
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