Hermosa pov

Her body lay still on the staircase, unmoving. I swore she was already dead, her pulse was slow.

Panicked, I raised up her hands to carry her through the staircase, but I couldn't. Her weight was too heavy for me.

The maids hardly passed around here, and the guards were stationed outside the pack, so it might almost be impossible to be able to get help. I wondered how Rapheal always knew I was in trouble if this room was too private, away from wandering eyes.

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