Chapter Eleven: Seeds of Celebration
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POV: *Lavender*
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There was a moment in the alleyway I thought I saw Demi looking at me. It was just a flash. A moment so small I am not even sure it really happened or if it was a product of the seed.
I was on the ground, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. It's kind of funny how I recognized just by the taste it wasn't my blood that was on my tongue. Is it sad that I have had enough of my blood to taste that I could tell a difference?
Anyway, there she stood, watching every impact I was taking on my body as if she was watching a dogfight. I had just taken a solid blow from the guy with the tribal collar straight to the left side of my rib cage.
He was circling me like I was his prey. I was wheezing, trying to get the air he knocked ou
