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Aria’s POV.

I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the air around me had been sucked away, leaving a suffocating void in its place. My chest tightened, my lungs burning as panic flooded my senses.

Zander’s grip on my wrist was like an iron shackle—strong, unyielding, and impossible to escape. I tried to pull away, twisting and jerking my arm, but it was useless.

His hand didn’t even budge