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Chapter Fourteen

Author: Belle Jameson
last update Last Updated: 2022-11-23 05:30:35

Nola Reynolds.

The orange streak of the rising sun fell in slants through the large pane of the window, bouncing off the glossy brown walls and into my sleep-deprived eyes.

I'd stayed awake for what must have been hours, fitting in and out of sleep restlessly before I'd finally thrown my hands up to plunge into the washroom’s ice bath.

I hadn't heard the shuffling in the main room until I turned off the stream, my head cranked to the side sharply.

Whoever it was had dropped something, clattering to the floor loosely before I flew out of the porcelain tub with the soft towel that fell a tad too short wrapped around me.

“What the fuck-” I gaped, recognizing the brown hooves I'd seen previously before looking up at the woman with the heart-shaped face that had perched herself on my bed.

”Who are you?” I hissed, wrapping the towel tighter about myself when she hadn't replied immediately, instead taking the time to let her eyes travel over my still-dripping body.

A small part of me was pi
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