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Our savior
Rebecca's pov Nurse Hilda vanished as quickly as she’d come, but her words lingered, heavy and unsettling: Our lives are in your hands. What kind of power would I—a slave—possibly have? If this man was as dangerous as they said, then wouldn’t I just end up at his mercy too? Did they honestly expect me to sacrifice myself for them? Because that’s exactly what it felt like. “Becks!” Kayla’s voice called again, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see her running toward me, a bright smile on her face. Her energy had returned, and she seemed genuinely excited about something. I waited for her to catch her breath, managing a small smile of my own. “Becks! You won’t believe it!” she said, still slightly breathless, her face lit with excitement. I smiled a little wider, relieved to
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