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“Go ahead,” I mutter, “It can’t hurt.”

As Viktor reads to her. I watch for any signs that she could hear him, but there is little more than a finger twitch here and there. But it did seem to be bringing her peace. Her mnd wasn't so hectic.

Footsteps echo in the hallway as feet come running towards us. Viktor and I quickly move to the end of Malia’s bed, blocking her from view just as Garth crashes