FATED TO A TYRANT
But just as I was about to move Gillian and hand her over to Gallahan, William’s voice resounded from the other side of the door, saying, “I hate to bother you so early in the morning, but I have to give you a few things. One of them is urgent.”
“Just come inside,” I said loudly, settling back comfortably against the headboard with Gillian still cuddled in my arms.
The door swung open, and William stormed in, looking all grumpy and half-asleep in his merlot singlet and loose grey pajama bottoms.
Without much care, he then plopped a large leather duffel bag on the bed and slammed a medium-sized wooden rectangular chest on top of it. Clinking sound of glass came from inside the box, betraying
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