Chapter 9 Will I die?

Lana.

My arm was hurting so much, like a sword had been pierced through it.

"Please, please, it hurts," I begged. Now I didn't care whether they were going to fight each other or not; all I cared about at the moment was being freed by Damian, who was going to break my arm at this rate.

"Come on, ...

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