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Chapter 21: Too Hot

Author: Max Shinabery
last update publish date: 2026-10-31 14:23:30

Delaney

I woke up starving. Again.

At first, I didn't know where I was. The room was dark, thick with shadow, too dark for most people, probably. Not for me. I could see the worn couch cushions beneath me. The scarred coffee table. The abandoned pretzel bag crumpled beside a half-empty glass. The blanket tangled around my legs like a rope.

And Kellan, sitting in the chair across the room. He was asleep. Sort of. His head had fallen back against the cushion, his arms crossed tight over his broad
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  • Bitten After Midnight   Chapter 21: Too Hot

    DelaneyI woke up starving. Again.At first, I didn't know where I was. The room was dark, thick with shadow, too dark for most people, probably. Not for me. I could see the worn couch cushions beneath me. The scarred coffee table. The abandoned pretzel bag crumpled beside a half-empty glass. The blanket tangled around my legs like a rope.And Kellan, sitting in the chair across the room. He was asleep. Sort of. His head had fallen back against the cushion, his arms crossed tight over his broad chest, his heavy boots still laced on his feet.I stared at him. He'd stayed. Of course he had.I checked the clock on the wall, its pale face glowing faintly in the gloom. 2:38 a.m.My stomach growled, low and hollow. Kellan's eyes opened immediately. I froze. He looked directly at me, those sharp eyes catching what little light there was."You okay?"Jesus. Did the man ever actually sleep?"I'm hungry."He glanced at the clock. "You ate before you fell asleep.""I know.""You ate a lot."My s

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