Tristan de Martel woke in a dimly lit room, the sensation of drowning replaced by the sharp pain of waterlogged lungs. Struggling to breathe, he looked at the beautiful female vampire beside him, his mind foggy from severe amnesia. Each breath felt like a battle, his lungs painfully heavy with trapped water. Weakly, he asked “Who are you? Why did you save me?” His voice was strained and desperate, fighting to stay conscious amidst the overwhelming discomfort
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