~Fifty Three~
Atarah Fear gripped my heart in its unforgiving hold. My heart kept pulsating, ready to bounce out of my chest as the pain never decreased. Ansel was in danger. I knew. I could feel his pain. My fingers were trembling, like my entire body and I knew something wasn't right. I tried to call Ansel a thousand times but I got no response. I could no longer feel his presence in my mind either. Like he had vanished out of my mind suddenly. Even though we weren't conversing a lot from past few days, I could still feel his presence inside my mind. But now, I had nothing. I didn't knew where he was. I had no clue if he was even alright or not. He must be hungry, even. After all, it's been almost a month since he last fed from me. And the blood Alfred had given him had venom in it. I knew, I had
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