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88: Messy chaos

Alora’s POV

Sitting in the back seat with Rune, I could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on me, suffocating yet intoxicating at the same time. His hand was wrapped around mine, fingers interlaced tightly, refusing to let go.

I had tried earlier, tugging my hand free, but the dark glare he shot me sent a cold shiver down my spine, freezing me in place.

That look, full of dominance, full of unspoken promises, reminded me that escape was futile, and I hated how much it thrilled me. It thrilled me so much as it scared me just as much.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn toward the window, the passing scenery doing little to distract me from the turmoil inside. I hated how he always found me.

No matter where I ran or how far I thought I could hide, he ALWAYS knew how to track me down. It was like he had some invisible thread binding us together, pulling me back to him every time. Or am I tracked with some device?

He would have found me sooner. Not months later.

And i
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