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Chapter 64

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Ruby's POV

I did not know what to say to that so I did not say anything. The room was quiet for a moment. Then Malcolm's eyes dropped to my wrist. He looked at it the same way he did before. That focused, still look that lasted just a moment too long.

I had been waiting for the right time to ask about it and I decided that the right time was probably not going to announce itself so I might as well just do it now.

"Why does the mark bother you so much?" I asked.

He looked up at me.

"Every time y
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