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My head hurts, throbbing like a drum beaten by invisible hands.
Darkness surrounds me, a heavy shroud that muffles the world. I try to open my eyes, but they feel glued shut. Slowly, I manage to pry them open, squinting against the harsh light. I see Zeke’s worried face hovering above me, lines of concern
etched on his forehead.
“Alina, can you hear me?” he asks, his voice a distant echo in my foggy mind.
I nod weakly, unable to find my voice. Everything feels fuzzy, like I’m floating in a dream. My body aches, and my limbs feel heavy, as if they’re made of lead. Zeke’s hand presses against my forehead, and I flinch at the cool touch.
“You’re burning up,” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “We need to keep moving.”
Moving? Where are we?
My memories are a jumble of disjointed images, like a broken movie reel playing in my mind. I remember Victor, his teeth sinking into my flesh. The pain was searing, intense, but now it’s just a dull ache, a distant memory.
Zeke helped me escape, but from what?
Where are we running to?
Zeke lifts me effortlessly, cradling me in his arms. The world tilts, and I close my eyes against the disorienting sensation. When I open them again, we’re in a
―
different place a dimly lit room with a flickering lantern. Zeke eases me onto a makeshift bed, and I can feel the scratchy fabric beneath me.
“Drink this,” he says, holding a cup to my lips. I glance inside and see clear liquid. Water, maybe? I take a sip, the coolness soothing my parched throat. It’s a small victory, a step toward clarity.
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“Where are we?” I manage to mumble, my voice hoarse.
“Somewhere safe, for now,” Zeke replies, his eyes scanning the room as if expecting danger to burst through the walls. “You have a fever. I thought it wouldn’t get worse, but it did.”
“Oh…”
Zeke sighs, his jaw clenching.
stay in one place for long. We need to keep
gratitude and vulnerability. We walk, or rather, Zeke
mind.
I watch as he rummages through a bag. He pulls out a small vial
ask, my voice
gaze steady. “It’ll help
Victor’s bite.”
He finds a vein and injects the medicine. I flinch, a sharp sting coursing through my arm, but
“Better?” he asks.
from?” I ask, my
face. Zeke changes the subject, his eyes
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in his tone. “I know you are, I heard your stomach rumbling a few seconds ago.”
but I’don’t deny it.
my stomach
I glance at him in surprise. “Where did you
in his eyes. “I
my curiosity piqued. “Your
chuckles, a sound that carries a
have a
the porridge into a bowl, I can’t help
of me is too inviting to resist. Zeke hands me the bowl, and I take a hesitant spoonful. The taste is surprisingly comforting, the simple flavors a welcome reprieve from
tease,
“I have my
bowl. The porridge is a balm to the gnawing hunger within me, a
I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more Zeke isn’t telling me. The air is charged with unspoken secrets, and I wonder if the darkness
setting the empty bowl aside,
Zeke eats more of
days spent with Ettie, the sun warming our faces as we laughed. Maybe even with Victor, his cocky grin and charming words filling the air. But now, everything is different. The twists in the road have
now hold a glint of something darker. I never expected that. We were supposed to navigate the challenges of the Mating Run together, support each other. But as the days passed, something changed in her. Maybe
threat. I don’t know when it happened, the shift from trust to trepidation, but it’s there, a lingering shadow in the corners of my mind. The person I thought I knew so well has become a stranger, and the fear of what
gnaws at me.
At the start of this twisted journey, I never would have believed that he would betray me. His charm, his smooth words – they were a mask hiding the true nature of the predator within. I trusted him,
in my mind like a broken record. Victor’s smile, his whispered promises, the moments when I let my guard down. It all seems like a cruel joke now. How could I have been so blind? How did I not see the danger lurking
that leaves scars on my soul. I never expected Victor to be the one to turn against me. In the beginning, he was a presence, a force that seemed untouchable. Now, he’s a
different path? Would I have avoided
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