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eat on my fork. Holding back a wave of nausea,

made my throat tighten up. I forced myself to swallow it, set

lared into pure glee. She covered her mouth and l

like Aria really

d didn't even lift his head. "If she

and leaned down, bringin

" she whispered, low enough tha

e rim of my water glass as a c

t carried across the entire dining room. "It'

. My mind went c

-the only warm, living thing that had kept me sane du

ooden legs screeched against the floor. My voice

fied face and stumbled two steps b

severe allergy to animal fur. The doctor said a pregnant woman can't be around pe

own her cheeks

chunk of burning iron in my gut. I clapped a hand over my mouth, shoved the chai

bly, hot tears spilling from my eyes. Sour bile and undigeste

ice rang out. "Have you lost your

. My knuckles turned white as I braced myself against the marble counter. For three years, I had endured his coldne

loodshot eyes in the mirror. Whatever softness or guilt

lked back to the table step by step. Brittny was st

ice raspy and dead calm. "You gave h

linen napkin, and wiped the corner of his mouth. He