CHAPTER 63
Storm’s POV:
I stood silently before the full-length mirror, gazing at my ghostly expression. The more I stared, the more confused I got.
I had no idea what was happening to me but I knew there was something fishy going on.
Something is definitely strange.
“Why did I heal from the scratch marks Ava inflicted when she attacked me?” I lamented internally as my fingers traced the smooth layering on my chin that should be disfigured beyond recognition.
“This is impossible,”
But was it really? Maybe I had just dreamt it all, like all the other strange dreams I have had ever since I was 18. Feeling a great sense of uncertainty, I raised my palm and impulsively struck my face hard, hoping I would wake up from this stupid dream. But yeah, this definitely wasn't a dream.
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