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When Hate Feels Different

LIADREN’S POV

The crisp wind blew, washing over my skin. My hands clawed through the air, trying to grab anything I could find.

“No!” My voice broke a plea.

Thud!

A sharp pain tore through my back as I landed in the dark space.

I blinked. Nothing.

“Why am I here?” I shivered, trembling.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes as air started to cling to my throat.

What is happening to me?

“Liadren!”

I tried to turn, but I could not.

That voice. It sounded like Rowan’s.

What was he ...

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