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Chapter 169

Auteur: A. Leilani
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-07 15:04:25

Chapter 169

DAMIEN

Marcus knocked on the office door at seven.

"Dinner," he said.

"Not hungry," I said.

"Damien—"

"Marcus," I said.

A pause.

"Thomas made actual food," he said. "Not hospital food. Real food."

"I'll eat later," I said.

"The medication—"

"I know about the medication," I said. "I'll take it with food later."

Another pause.

"She's not coming back tonight," Marcus said. "In case you were—in case that was part of the—"

"I know she's not coming back," I said.

"Right," he said. "Okay.
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