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Kayla.

I jerked up in the car, startled by the sound of something tapping incessantly on the window. Blinking away the sleep from my eyes,

I couldn't contain my shock, it could have been anyone or anything ir even someone sent to attack me. I groggily turned to see none other than Blake standing outside the car door.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as he stood there, he looked a little bit different tham the last time I saw him. His hair was tousled back in weariness and probably from waiting for me too long.

His face was a mix of concern and weariness, the weight of recent events evident in his eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, I rolled down the window and reached out to him. "Hey Blake, what's up?" I asked, rubbing the lingering sleep from my eyes.

I didn't need a magician to tell me what was going on an why Blake looked so pale. I wondered if Aragorn knew what happened to him and why it happened. Aragorn didn't know me but at the ame time he wouldn't be happy with me being the