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George's POV The rain was pouring hard as I held Wendy’s weak body. Her face was pale, nearly see-through against the dark alley, with the rain sticking her dark hair to her cheek. I pulled her in tighter. The smell of her, mixed with the sharp scent of blood, hit me hard, fueling my anger to protect her. I shouted at my driver, “Go faster!” I didn’t wait for him to reply before pulling her closer, my fingers gently touching her jaw, hoping her eyes would open. Just a moment ago, I was putting on my pajamas. It felt strange I could feel her pain, a sharp ache that rushed through me as if it were mine. I acted on instinct and somehow knew exactly where to find her. I didn’t even think about how I got here all my focus was on her. The connection between us, this shared pain, was clear. I
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