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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟑𝟔𝟗: (MEANING JANUARY)
𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄.
Or rather, where her and his family were residing.
He ran as fast as his vampiric speed could take him.
Four words ran even faster in a loop between his brain cells.
Jasmine.
Has.
Been.
Hurt.
In leaving, she was supposed to be safe.
In leaving, she wouldn't hurt.
In leaving, she would have no pain or suffering.
He was wrong.
He got it all so wrong.
His eyes stopped reading after those four words. He could not run and read at the same time.
But then again, Peony's words didn't give him anything to work with.
He thought of all the ways she could've gotten hurt.
If possible, he ran even faster.
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"I said I am alright!"
Rebekah rolled her eyes at the stubborn woman. "You are far from alright, Jasmine."
Jasmine scoffs.
"You are still in your bloodied dress. Your hair is in different directions, not to mention your wounds are very possibly infected with how much filth you have yet to wash off."
Rebekah touched the witch's arm but moved it once the Adelore flinched at the contact.
"Do not touch me." The Adelore seethed.
Rebekah bit into her wrist. "Just enough to heal you-"
"No."
"Jasmine, I will hold you down and force it down your throat."
"You come near me, and I will break all your bones-"
"Amusing you say that, I can heal." Rebekah walked closer. "Unlike you! Now, take it!"
"No!" Jasmine swatted the vampire's hand away as she flicked her forehead.
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