The Lost Pack
I am the Dawn, and I am meeting my past today not as Paige, the girl Greg manipulated… but as Paige, the woman he never had the power to break.
There’s a soft knock at the door, and before anyone can answer, Poppy pushes the door open with a groan that sounds like she’s dying.
“I swear,” she mutters, stomping inside, “if you ever wake me up before the sun again, Paige, I’m moving back to the university and living off instant noodles.”
Leo follows behind her, annoyingly bright-eyed for someone who probably slept less than four hours. “Morning,” he says cheerfully.
Poppy glares at him. “Do not speak to them like the day has started. It hasn’t.”
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