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Confrontation
When Zaren woke up it was late in the evening and Lysandra was in the room with him, sitting on the armchair next to the bed. “Hi. How are you feeling?” Lysandra softly said. Zaren sat up and looked at Lysandra. “What happened? Am I dead?” he asked and Lysandra shook her head. “No one’s dead Zaren,” Lysandra replied. “That kid, he… he threw me against the freaking wall.” Zaren said and Lysandra nodded. “Yes, he did, but don’t worry. You were not injured or anything. The only injury you got was from his nails when he grabbed your neck.” She told him and then Zaren’s hand went up to his neck. “Will I…” he trailed. “Don’t worry about it. You won’t get turned by that, and I won’t let it happen.” Lysandra said to him and Zaren let out a sigh of relief. “I was so scared when I was alon
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