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Rose is in red                               But never in blue                 Sharp as a thorn                   Fights like one too.

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❝ Demons - it's just the fallen a n g e l s ❞

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❝ It was no ordinary friendship. We were inseparable, constantly being separated. ❞

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I felt her fear before I heard her screams.

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«Why?» asked Lisa. "Why are you doing all this?"

His green eyes widened, reminding her of her father's.

They might be distant relatives, but that jade‑green color ran in both the Dragomirs and the Dashkovs.

"I'm surprised you even have to ask, my dear. I need you. I need you to heal me.»

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“See? See? I’m just like you.”

“Let me see your neck.” Suspicion is thick in my voice. I don’t let myself believe that this is more than a trick. I don’t understand the point of the charade, but I’m sure there is one. There is no hope anymore.

His lips twist. “Well… That won’t exactly help anything. Aren’t the eyes enough? You know I’m not one of them.”

“Why won’t you show me your neck?”

“Because I have a scar there,” he admits.

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