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Losing Control

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-07-28 22:49:33

ALISTAIR'S POV:

​I force myself to turn my head back and look at her. She is standing right there in her light blue dress, her dark hair hanging over her chest, her green eyes searching my face with a desperate kind of curiosity.

​For a second, I come so close to breaking down and telling her every single thing that has nothing to do with Vladimir. I want to tell her about the absolute hell I went through during those final months in this house. I want to tell her how I spent every night lying
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