The weakest race

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Theresa POV “I hope he accepts me. The way he looked at me was more of hate. I think he despises me” Thalia kept complaining in my head. She was still hurting, no matter how hard I tried to put out comforting words to her. I would feel the same way if I were in her shoes. After all, I was formerly a victim of this feeling before Lucian came in and saved me. “Theresa?” A voice called out to me, making me snap. I looked forward towards the bed and saw Lucian leaning on the wall. He was looking at me like he was battling with something in his head. “Lucian, are you alright?” I asked worried, almost as though I would jump on him. Seeing him alive again filled me with so much happiness that it made tears roll down my cheek rather than me smile. “Why are you crying?” He asked worriedly. I c

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