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Don’t Die, Ronan.
Adam’s POV I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. My brain was blank as my eyes looked at the black mask in my hand. I knew my brothers didn’t like me and were extremely desperate to take the throne from me, but to try to kill me in my sleep? That was the height of it. “Lilith, Ronan.” Those were the first names that rang in my head. No theory or words can explain how I got out of my room, but one thing was certain, I definitely didn’t walk or run or fly. I must have disappeared and reappeared outside in the space of a millisecond. “Ronan!” I yelled, my voice louder than a siren. I started running towards his door, but my wolf reminded me of Lilith and I changed my course. “Bang!” I knocked on her door the moment I got there with trembling hands. Everyone in the mansion was already u
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