“And you’re… bringing me breakfast?” I ask, unsure. It could be his breakfast, but something in my hopes its for me.Lucas smiles, “Yeah. Come back to the room.”Any hope I had is instantly dashed away at his words. There’s no anger, frustration, or accusation in his tone, but it irritates me. Still
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