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89 The Weight of Choice

Author: Sia Sage
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-15 23:05:52

Henry****

The darkness around us seemed to close in as the power inside me pulsed, still alive and burning beneath my skin. I couldn’t escape it. It was a part of me now, a constant reminder that the life I had known—my identity, my safety, everything—was slipping from my grasp. But even as I felt its grip tightening, there was something else in the air. A presence, a force that had never been there before, and I wasn’t sure whether it was something to fear or trust.

Xavier held me close, his hands steady against the shaking of my body. His breath came in soft, hurried gasps, and I could feel his heart beating beneath the heat of my skin, an anchor amidst the storm. But my mind was a maze of conflicting thoughts, and the echo of Diego’s words still reverberated in my ears.

"You belong with me."

Diego's voice, once so commanding, now seemed distant, fading into the background as I struggled to find my footing. His promises of power and truth clung to me like a second skin, but they wer
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