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Chapter 118. Hand Her Over

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

My breathing slowed, stabilized. My rage was transformed by the satisfaction of seeing the Saintess lying on the ground. The corner of my lips lifted bitterly. As I was about to turn around, Elenor's hand suddenly caught my ankle and I almost tripped.

"You'll never know how powerful Azalea will be." Elenor coughed.

I pulled my hand free from her grip. "She will never get the chance."

Ignoring her, I strode back to Luna Lucia and Violet. Both were fine, but something sparkled in Violet's eyes when she looked at me.

"You're okay?" I cupped my hand to her cheek. "Let's get out."

Luna Lucia shook her head. "No, I think this is my limit. I can't walk any further," she breathed tiredly, "Huft... who knows that being pregnant makes my knees weak?"

I gave her a sympathetic look, grasping her hand. The baby in her belly was the future of her pack, I couldn't force her to take risks if it endangered them both.

"I know. I'm so sorry for dragging you into all of this mess. B
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