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... terrible way with words.”
This battle did not belong to her.
“M-Michaela!”
Anna shouted, clutching her pile of books dearly. She wanted to press forward and reach out to Frost. However, her instincts kicked in as her coat caught on fire, creating a defensive barrier as if she was on the verge of being struck.
“How could you!?” She shrieked. “Frost was hanging onto a thread, and you cut it!”
“It’s better this way.” Michaela uttered beneath her breath, exhal ...
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