His Bride on Paper
Tahimik, elegante, parang laruan ng siyensiya na hindi kailanman nabasag tulad ko.
“Anong... ibig mong sabihin?” nauutal kong tanong.
Cassara tilted her head, observing me with strange curiosity. “You feel it, don’t you? Yung ugong sa ilalim ng balat mo tuwing may adrenaline rush. ‘Yung panic na hindi mo ma-explain. That’s not trauma, Naia. That’s programming.”
“Bullshit,” Mira snapped, stepping in front of me. “She’s not like you.”
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