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24. Sorry.
The scent of warm blackberry pancakes wafts through the kitchen. The blinds are open and windows slightly cracked to allow the breeze and fresh air to enter the room. Kellan sits across the table from me in his sleep shorts, his chest bare as he stretches and takes in the scent of the pancakes. He picked these berries himself, and froze them for winter he claimed. I fixed our food this morning, he sat far back guarding the door where he would be out of range of pans or hot liquids. I've already killed two people, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he'd be leery of me scalding him with a pancake or beating him with a hot pan.
We enjoy our meal and Kellan slathers his pancakes with butter and a dollop of cream cheese mixed with his syrup. He begs for seconds, and luckily I had fixed a large enough stack that I could bring him more without having to mix a new batch. He eats and watches me with adorin
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Viscious 28. Pleasantly Surprised.
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Viscious 29. Knock, Knock, Knocking on Kellan's Door.
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Viscious 31. Roses.
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Viscious 32. Understanding.
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