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This time, Nora Fatehi didn't push Caesor away. She averted her gaze from the two bodies and buried her face in his broad chest.

Caesor raised a hand and gently rubbed her back in soothing circles.

Two people, alive and well just moments ago—now gone just like that. It made one sigh at how fragile life was, how unpredictable. Living—that was what mattered most