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Hunter’s POV: As I come around the corner, I catch sight of Rosalia leaning heavily against a wall. I approach slowly, remembering her fear last time we were close, and watch as she blinks slowly and grips her stomach. Watching her, I feel a headache forming and I’m puzzled until I look over at her again. Theorizing that she was in pain– and that I could somehow feel it– I moved towards her. Just in time too. No sooner had I moved than I saw her start to faint. Speeding up, I race down the corridor and manage to catch her just before her head hits the floor. Her eyelashes flutter and I hear her mumble something. Straining to hear her, I caught the word “Sorry” and could guess what she was saying. Though why she was apologising was beyond me, as she hadn’t done anything wrong. Carrying he