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Chapter 109 – Ladies, Peace, and Bone Breakers

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
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Eva’s Point of View

I step into the hallway just as Sonia and Parker appear around the corner. Sonia’s hair is braided to one side, looking far too elegant for dinner in a training compound. Parker… well, he still walks like his ribs remember the arrow.

“You clean up well,” I say.

“Clean is a strong word,” Parker grumbles. “I found a questionable leaf in my sock.”

“That leaf saved your life,” Sonia adds with mock gravity. “You owe it respect.”

We make our way to the dining hall, teasing each other like we’ve done this a hundred times. It’s strange, the way this little group has formed around me. Stranger still that it feels… nice.

But the moment we step through the double doors, Parker stops dead in his tracks.

His eyes widen. His jaw slackens.

“Holy sweet mother of God,” he breathes. “I think I died and entered heaven.”

I blink. “Ah.”

Sonia lets out a bark of laughter. “Did you forget to mention something?” she nudges me.

“Apparently,” I mutter, trying—failing—not to smile
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