"Take a sip," Lloyd urged gently, his voice soft and inviting. "You look like you’re about to faint," he continued, his eyes watching my reaction intently. Without thinking, I quickly reached for the glass and brought it to my lips. The taste of the wine was rich and smooth as it glided into my mouth. Its presence seemed to dull the edges of my consciousness and wind down the panic. I stared at the glass as if mesmerized, my hands trembling slightly. Although I didn’t want to admit it, Lloyd was right-the wine was exactly what I needed at that moment to help calm me down. I knew I needed to gather my thoughts instead of letting my emotions take over. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked in a shaky voice, barely above a whisper. "Honestly, that’s entirely up to you. But if you’re smart, you’d realize the real danger. This isn’t just some make-believe world that you can waltz into and then out of without any consequences," Lloyd replied sternly, a corner of his lips curving upward int
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