A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 471

His voice was so broken, it felt as if it might shatter into pieces, and the sound of it sent a sharp ache through Alessia’s chest.

Was she really that important to him?

She wanted to open her eyes, to see who was speaking, but her eyelids felt impossibly heavy. No matter how much she tried, she simply couldn’t

lift them.

Her world was swallowed by darkness, yet the chaos around her refused to fade away.

The boy’s sobs circled her like a persistent melody. Alessia didn’t feel annoyed–in fact, she found herself wishing she could get up and comfort him. But her body wouldn’t move.

Odd, she thought. Ordinarily, the crying should have irritated her.

Maybe this boy really does mean a lot to me.

The thought drifted through her foggy mind, her consciousness moving in and out of a shapeless void.

Perhaps her urge to comfort him was so strong that, miraculously, she managed to twitch her finger.

It was the smallest movement, but Cole noticed it instantly.

“Lessie…” His eyes lit up with sudden hope.

and he looked for all the world like a loyal dog finally

many times Cole called her

in darkness, every muscle drained and powerless. She had the faint sense that someone

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she could hear nothing at all, though

Holt sobbed so hard she could barely

eyes were still covered, but when the blindfold was first lifted, she’d managed to see Alessia–arms wrapped

shoulders, and her

or why there were so many streaks of blood staining her clothes. She only knew that, if

was Alessia–her not–so–broad shoulders shielding her from every falling stone and

are you hurt

save my teacher! Save my

as she cried. Years of malnutrition and hours spent trapped in a suffocating space had left her weak; she gasped for air and then fainted

“Doctor, she’s passed out!”

!

laid the girl onto a stretcher. As a nurse hurried over, the rescue team dove straight into another round of

Cole and Max stood silently at Alessia’s side, watching

lot of blood. Honestly, it’s a miracle she’s still alive. If we don’t start