“It doesn’t matter now,” he spat, his body seemed to be vibrating with tension. “None of it matters anymore.” I flinched at the bitterness in his voice. “Micah…” “No one’s coming for you, Verena.” His words were a cold blade, cutting through the haze of my hope. It was the first time he had ever called me by my real name. His eyes were like steel, piercing and unyielding as they met mine. “Not whoever you left behind. No one.” His words twisted inside my chest. “You don’t know him,” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with the fear I couldn’t hide. ”He’ll come for me.” Micah’s
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