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2025-02-14 21:00:09Alissia POV
Demitri’s face softens, his dark eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and understanding. “Now, we need to discuss last night—what happened while we were out and what it truly means,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I sense the urgency beneath it.
I nod, taking a breath, and look at each of them before speaking. “I already know,” I begin, my voice barely a whisper but filled with conviction. They glance at one another, surprised, so I continue. “That shot? It wasn’t meant for you, Demitri. I saw it all in the way you reacted, the way you moved without a second thought to protect me. There was panic in your eyes, like you knew I was the target all along. And it hit me hard—that you all would do anything to protect me.” My voice wavers, but I push through, feeling the weight of every word. “I realized last night, during everything, that each of you would willingly put yourselves on
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