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ANISA. My heart pounded in my chest as though I had been running for weeks the moment Elian pulled me into a hug. Not just any hug, but it felt like something he needed grounding for. As if I was the oxygen he needed to breathe. He wrapped himself around me like I might disappear in a blink if he didn't hold on tight. I could also feel him sniffing me, taking frantic inhales, almost as though he was trying to ingrain every note of my scent into his memory. “Oh, you’re okay. You’re safe. I have you now,” he murmured into my shoulder. But his grip was iron-tight. His arms trembled against my back, and the way he held me didn't quite feel right and I felt a bit uncomfortable. I squirmed out of his hold a bit. “Elian,” I whispered. “Can you let go now?” It took a second. Then, almost
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