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Stella Lockheed As I walked alongside Tristan, a whirlwind of disbelief and insecurity swirled within me. It was almost surreal, like stepping into a different dimension where Tristan Grayson was leading me out of a nightmare. He moved with easy confidence, while I couldn't shake the cautious distance between us. I mean, how was this even happening? My mind took this opportunity to replay my vulnerabilities on a loop again. Madison's taunting laughter echoed in my ears, a reminder of the torment she had put me through. That fateful encounter when she'd attacked me, my helplessness and fear – it was all a vivid nightmare etched into my memory. But amidst the storm of negative thoughts, a flicker of relief emerged. The mystical cat with its pink hue and diamond forehead had been an unexpe