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Chapter 208 — Brunch of Misfits

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Eva’s point of view

The past two weeks passed in a blur. Between decoding ancient crap, sneaking around castles at night, pretending I sleep more than three hours, and occasionally cuddling Theo like the emotionally unstable ball of knives that I am, time just slipped through my fingers.

Now there are exactly two days until my birthday. And instead of feeling excited, all I feel is pressure. Thick and heavy, like someone dumped a mountain on my shoulders and said, “Good luck.”

I sit at the long dining room table, poking at a lukewarm croissant and waiting for the rest of the gang. I summoned them all through the mind link for what I called a little chat. Let’s call it what it is: brunch with a side of emotional damage.

The first to arrive are Sonia and Michael, walking in hand-in-hand like the poster children for post-sex bliss. Their faces are glowing. Actually glowing. It’s disgusting. I sip my coffee.

“What’s up, lover birds? Somebody had a good night,” I mutter just loud eno
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