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Chapter 137: Ava: A Shocking Finale (I)
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... of his face.
The vampire’s grip tightens, crushing my throat as I thrash against him. My lungs scream for air. I claw at his hands, nails scraping uselessly against unyielding flesh. Panic floods my mind, blotting out rational thought.
Your training, Ava! Remember your training! Selene’s voice slices through my rising hysteria.
Right. Training. Jericho’s lessons flash through my oxygen-starved brain. I stop flailing and focus, letting my body go limp, conserving strength ...
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