Chapter 91 Where he feels me, wherever i run

Danika

I ran until my legs screamed in protest, my lungs burning with each ragged breath. I was exhausted, but I dared not stop.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, tracing hot paths down my temples and soaking the dark curls plastered to my skin. I flipped my hair back, only for damp tendrils to cling t...

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