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Chapter ~ Eleven

Author: MF_writer
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LIORA

A long loud growl from my stomach had me pressing my hand flat over it just minutes after waking up.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was getting up that early because I was hungry.

I had eaten two spoonfuls of Greta’s soup the night before and nothing after that. Before the soup, half a coffee at the hotel was the only thing inside.

I was not going to starve for Dorian. I had already given him enough.

It was six o’clock. I got up anyway.

I did what I always did. I sat
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