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~Lisa's POV
I dreamed I was running. My feet pounded against the soft, wet earth, sinking slightly with every step. The bush around me was thick, twisted, and unyielding, tearing at my clothes, snagging at my hair. My chest heaved as I struggled to draw in air, each breath sharp and ragged. My stomach ached, not just from the baby, but from pure, raw fear. I could feel her presence behind me. I knew she was coming.
"You think you can steal my place? My men? My life? You think you deserve this?"
Her voice cut through the forest like a blade. Sharp, cruel, and full of venom, it echoed in my ears and made my legs tremble. I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mind was too focused on survival, on running, on keeping this small spark of life inside me safe.
