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Just enough to get her out of those clothes that reeked of him. She shouldn’t have to carry that smell. Not here, Not on her skin. When she was down to nothing, I lifted her again. She felt light—too light—and didn’t look at me once. Her eyes stayed hollow, somewhere far away. It twisted something deep in my gut.

“Aftercare is important.” She bit her lip but didn’t argue when I helped her to her feet, handing her my shirt to wear. I couldn’t help but smirk when she stumbled and I caught her in my arms. “Trouble walking?” I teased. It was to be expected after what I’d done to her. Evelina shot me a scowl. “Your fault,” she muttered churlishly, trying to push away. Instead, I held her more firmly, lifting her into my arms to carry her back to my place.

These men were probably too occupied with real world problems to care whether their employers were f*cking in the backseat of their own cars or not. Steffan appeared beside her and took her hand, as Justin closed the door behind them. “Are you OK?” He smiled down at her. "I can’t feel my legs.” She said honestly, And she felt herself being lifted off the floor. She gasped and giggled. She had not expected him to carry her. *** She settled into her house. It was strange to think of it that way, but it was. Her house. She found that she really loved the place even more than the last time she had spent the afternoon here.

He raised Mrs Tabitha up from the the ground, lifting her into the air… even though she was frozen I could see the fear in her eyes. He lifts her up really high till her head hits the ceiling. If he drops her, her fragile bones would all crack leading to her death. I have to save her. I have to do something. We have to do something Anastasia. “Count with me, One, Two, Three.” He let her go. “Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I shrieked my voice resonating not just in the hall but far beyond it. I felt it… I felt my powers surging through my very veins bursting out of my body lightening the whole place up.

eyes raised to the sky. She felt empty. She felt free. Maybe she did hide from him after all. But this time it was forever. ....

She knew that her journey was far from over, and that the battle for her redemption and vengeance had only just begun. With a fierce determination, Freya slowly rose from the ground, her body aching but her spirit unbroken. As she disappeared into the depths of the forest, a newfound determination burned within her, fueling her every step. The hunt was far from over, and Freya vowed to defy her sister’s taunts and prove her own strength, no matter the cost.

She learned how to specifically brew coffee for me since she knew I liked coffee but was sensitive to caffeine. She also knew I was afraid of the dark, so she insisted on walking me to Uncle Lionel's apartment after extracurriculars in the evening. These small acts of kindness were like a warm net that gradually pulled me out of the swamp of my dark past. I smiled more and grew more social, and before I even realized it, I recovered from my condition. Lisa eventually disappeared from my life. She no longer sought me out or sent me gifts. I thought she had finally given up. I couldn't have been more wrong, though, as it was always calmest right before the storm.

“You need to wαsh up.” She still didn’t move. I sighed‚ bent down‚ αnd tried to lift her. “Leαve me‚ you pervert!” she snαpped‚ slαpping αt my αrms‚ but her slαp wαs weαk. Bαrely α tαp. “You’re sticky αnd covered in sweαt. I’m not leαving you like this. You’ll feel worse‚” I sαid‚ lifting her up in one cleαn move despite her protests.

As they were lifted into the air, suspended between the dark sea and the gray sky, she looked down. The Acheron was gone. Silas was gone. The Dividend was in ruins. She wasn't just a survivor anymore. She was a woman who had walked through the fire and come out with the sun in her hands.