“I’m taking him,” Rosalind snapped. She eased her hand beneath his head. Leaned in and told him: “Your life is mine as mine is yours—do you understand me? You are not allowed to die.” Lourens tried to stop her, his expression marred by defeat. Only as soon as he placed his hand on Orion’s chest in an effort to keep him down, to prevent Rosalind from acting wildly, he paused, his entire demeanor changing. Rosalind froze too. A moment passed. “Lourens?” she asked shakily. “Why do you look like that?” He blinked. Lourens didn’t respond for a while, as if he were considering whether he might be
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