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Seraphina The shadows of the alleyway got scarier even after the three men had disappeared into the darkness. My heart was beating fast against my ribs. I could still feel the aftermath of Azriel’s loud roar. I stepped out from behind his back, my hands trembling as I reached for his arm. His muscles were still tense. "Azriel..." My voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of the terror I was trying to hold back. "Who... who were those people? How did they know you? What did that man mean by a cure?" Azriel turned around slowly, the darkness in his brown eyes fading as he cupped my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against my skin. "It’s nothing you need to worry about, Seraphina," he said. He didn't sound convincing. "Just ghosts. People from a past that sho
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