CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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Fiona "That's the truth, ma'am. He's dead. I just got the news…." "No!" I yelled angrily, thereby cutting her off. How could she say that he was dead? Someone who just walked out of my room. What the hell? "He's…." "Shut the f**k up. In fact, get away from here. I don't want to hear your s**t about Alaric's death. There's no way in hell that I would believe that. Alaric can not be dead. He is not dead. You are just playing games with me," I cut her off. I didn't even give her the chance to talk at all. She spared me a pitiful glance. "You don't believe me, Luna?" She asked, her voice soft as usual. I nodded my head. "Of course, Dorris. I don't believe you. Do you want to know why? Alaric was in my room a while ago. He left here safe and sound. He left here in one piece, and now yo

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