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Chapter 10

Author: Marvel
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CLAIRE

I wake up to see Zeke at the other side of the bed.

My head is pounding, mostly from the sheer volume of truth my brain had been forced to ingest. The last thing I remember is the splintering glass, his arms tightening around me, and the shattering realization that I might be a killer.

Did I hurt him by accident? Because I remember I was pretty mad.

Last time I was this furious, someone got hurt.

I’m in a huge bed—his bed, I realize—swallowed by white sheets and a comforter that smells of his cologne. I’m still wearing my clothes from last night… wait.

How long have I been here?

Zeke is lying right beside me. He’s not staring at me, though. He knows I'm awake. He's ignoring me. I can feel it.

He’s holding a book—a fantasy novel, the kind he mocked. He’s reading it, completely engrossed, a pair of reading glasses perched low on his nose.

He wears glasses?

But why don't they look medicated?

He looks… soft. Not weak, but the sharp edges of his jaw are relaxed, and the r
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