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Charlotte
There was a familiar voice in the air. She couldn’t see, but could hear. It was cold. She was laying on something hard and cold. A floor?
“Charlotte…”
His voice. Only, sing-songy sounding. Like he was taunting her.
She only remembered Samael, the god, when he came around. Whenever he came around, he asked the same question. And each time, she refused to give him an answer. She wouldn’t be responsible for anyone’s death.
Especially when her choices were her mate, best friend, or her Alpha. They were her family, and she wouldn’t die with such things on her conscience. But also, part of her wondered if he would simply tire and act out on feeling just to prove a point.
“I know you’re awake, little Charlotte…”
She made a huffy
