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Chapter 31 - Curiosity Killed the Cat (Morgan's POV)

Author: Christina Note
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-23 19:43:51

(Morgan's POV)

Thirst woke me, my throat so dry I was almost convinced I was going to choke on the air I was breathing. My tongue felt dry and thick, and there was only one thought reverberating through my throbbing skull... water.

I sat up and looked around the small, empty cabin. No Flynn. No Owen. No Oliver. No stutterer. No one to ask to bring me a drink.

Fuck.

With no other options, I pulled myself to my feet, my body aching all the while, then stumbled toward the jug on the bureau, using the table for support as soon as I was close enough.

There was no cup. Not that I could see, at least. And I was too desperate to start digging through cupboards and drawers to find one, so without a second thought, I brought the half-filled jug to my lips and drank.

It was awkward and clumsy, the ceramic jug too tall and too cumbersome, but I didn't care. All I wanted was what was inside it.

The second it hit my lips, I felt instant relief. It was cool and wet and delicious, and I drank. Drank
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