Dawn broke, painting the grand bedroom. Alisha lay still, her eyes fixed on the ceiling – the same one from a hundred past lives. Sion sat on the bed's edge, shoulders slumped. He turned, his gaze tentative. "Alisha," he rumbled, "no harm will come to you this time." "Harm?" she echoed, a bitter laugh escaping. "You've taken everything, a hundred times over." Sion flinched looking up "I know. It's a torment. But I'll make it right my Moon...even if it means I will rott in hell for you"
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