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Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Clara's POV I was panicking, scratch that. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest, the fear of where my son could possibly be or what manner of harm could've befallen him made seeing clearly a lot harder. "Where's Nico?", I directed the question at no one in particular, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. At this point, I neither cared for Dominic or his witch of a Luna, than I did for my son. "Don't worry, we'll find him", Maxwell assured, placing a comforting hand at the small of my back. "He couldn't have gotten far." Yet, no matter what he said, my heart wasn't at peace. I subconsciously pushed his hand away from my body, breaking out from his hold before searching the corners of the large hall for my son. Maxwell spurred into action, ordering
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