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For almost three years, Lingara Valehart survived the apocalypse by doing what others would call impossible - hiding instead of fighting, running instead of standing her ground, and refusing to let the world harden her heart. While others became stronger, colder, and deadlier, she remained soft.
And somehow, she survived.
What Lingara doesn't know is that somewhere along the way, two mesmerizing bluish eyes of a quiet hunter with a crossbow began watching from the shadows.
Daryl Dixon.
At first, it was curiosity. A flash of red hair between the trees. A strange girl who smiled too much for the end of the world.
Then it became something else. Something neither of them realized was happening. Because sometimes, the people protecting us don't even realize they're doing it.
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