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Held in Chains

作者: Bella Moondragon
last update 最終更新日: 2024-09-20 04:00:01

Sarah

I’m not sure I’ve totally come back to reality when I leave Kenna’s room and fall directly into Sydney’s waiting arms. 

“Did you just deliver a baby?”

“I think so?” I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around me, holding me tight. “Am I awake right now?”

“You’ve been out for over a day, Sarah. I don’t think you should even be up

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