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Chapter forty-two
It's been four days since Louisa went missing. While Marley had been busy searching for her, she had been busy laying assistance in one way or the other; made sure he had something to feed on, slept earlier than usual. Sometimes, she would offer to give him a massage against his will.
Leila and Anna never stopped giving her the looks, silently pleading for explanations during those times. Gossip girls.
Zaphrina sadly hadn't woken up on the good side; weariness and sudden cravings made her morning. She had called Marley first thing that day informing him about her absence but as he is, he flamed up and bombarded questions upon questions.
Are you sure you're ok? I mean...you've been taking care of me more than yourself lately.
Do you need me over?
I could return the massages, sadly, not for free.
Is there anyone home who might assist you with anything? If not, I'm on my way.
She sweetly t
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