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... raped my hand as she lunged forward, eyes gleaming with fury, her lips curled like a cornered wolf. "Why are you holding filthy Hazel?" she growled, venom dripping from her tongue. "Get her off you! She’ll stain you"
My ears barely registered the rest because one word caught and echoed in my mind: Hazel.
So that’s her name.
It suited her too well. The moment it landed in my brain, it was like a key turning inside my chest. Hazel. A name soft, natural, and radiant—just lik ...
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