Torn Between Her Alphas
Then she began chanting, “Una iuro vita; Nihil te accipio nisi levem. Tenebrae non praevalebunt.”
“Zarah, stop it!” Amelia rushed to grab the book, but it seemed that it somehow stuck on my desk, and the shrilling and whispering echoed, hurting our ears. The lighter things in the entire room went flying, frames falling, glasses breaking, and hitting the wall.
“Watch out!” I rushed towards Theia before she got struck by the desktop. We fell to the floor together.
“Thank you,” she said shakily.
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