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THE DARK MURMUR

I smiled at Matteo, his nose was buried in the newspaper. Viktor coughed which I assumed was him seeking permission to leave, Matteo nodded indicating a yes. His face was stoic and expressionless, I could tell he was trying to observe for a crack or fault in my countenance .

I took a seat at one of the dining chairs, the once full table was empty, just laid out with snacks. I didn't hesitate to grab a chocolate chip cookie.

"Hope the mansion is up to your standards." He was trying to bring up a conversation

"I don't have much to compare it with, I lived in a dressing room for over fifteen years, you'll think any other thing is better." My sarcasm wasn't intentional; it was due to the fact that he was interrupting me from stuffing my face.

I saw that he took it as a sign to stop talking and soon after the young Italian, Viktor, immediately appeared at the door. He must have been waiting on the other side, ready to enter at any time.

“Take Laura to our room but keep the door unlocked, s
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