Third Person's POVSabrina was forced back half a step by the cold wind swept up by the door, left standing completely alone in her spot.She was like a weathered statue, her nails digging so fiercely into her palms that they left sharp, stinging, bloody crescent marks.But a maddening obsession supported her from the bottom of her heart—today, she absolutely had to demand a clear answer from Zander.And she refused to believe that Melinda would truly stay inside all night without coming out.Sabrina turned around and stubbornly, devoid of all dignity, slowly slid down to sit in the corner of the wall.She just guarded this tightly shut door, staring fixedly into the darkness before her, quietly waiting for that door to open once again.Time trickled by, bit by bit.Compared to how long last night had felt, tonight she felt as if she had lived through an entire century.Her eyelids fluttered shut unconsciously. Having not slept for two days, she was simply too exhausted.She didn't kn
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