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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Auteur: L.A.B
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"I just don't understand how you can both claim to love me when neither of you knows me." I say to Erik once I've started following after him again.

"On the contrary, I can say for sure I know you quite well." I roll my eyes.

"Just because you got a slideshow of my greatest memories, doesn't mean you know me." He throws his head back and laughs.

"You've been around Mann for too long, Delilah. You were weak when we met, I was not. You only saw fragments of my life; I saw your entire story. I felt everything you felt when your dad died, how excited you were the first time you tied your shoe, the sadness in you when your cat was killed by a loose dog." I stare up at his back as we walk closer to his estate. I can see it looming in the distance now. "I saw all of it." He breathes softly. My heart skips a little. Damn him. He was making it really hard to be cold towards him.

"Well. It seems awfully rude to tease Larkin like that and then just send him away." I mutter, more to myself really
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