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CHAPTER 45
"You must be hungry."
This is what I said - the words that sparked the fire. The catalyst for our fallout. Simple words that managed to anger him.
I walked over to Aza's vanity and used my old cotton shirt to dry my hair in the mirror. "When's the last time you've fed?" I asked him.
I heard him growl from behind me. "Lisa," he said. "This ain't funny."
"I never said it was. I was just making an observation. Your vampiric powers strengthen the longer you don't feed, which is why you're so easily annoyed and angered with me right now."
"I'm always annoyed with you. You're a pain in the ass."
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