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Chapter 9

                                                            Rhazian

“What?” I sputtered, choking on the coffee I had been sipping to avoid drawing suspicious looks.

            “I said, who is Apollo.” Taylor enunciated each word as if I were too slow to understand without it.

            The waitress eyed us suspiciously as she refilled our drinks. I waited until she was out of ear shot to speak.

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