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47. A Good Distraction

Camellia

“Osiris left?” I ask, sitting up as Nero approaches the bed. “Why?”

He shrugs. “He said something about finding himself again, and I get it. But we’re all fucking worried about him he hasn’t been the same since his memories were returned, so hopefully this does help him.”

Nero stands in front of the dresser, his movements casual, but my eyes can’t help but linger. There’s something about the way he moves—unconscious strength in every motion, the way his muscles shift beneath his skin, the ease with which he holds himself—that makes it hard to focus on what he’s saying.

His earlier words are sinking in, but my eyes can’t help but follow the movement of his hands as he pulls his belt free. The leather slides through the loops of his pants with a soft hiss, and I know I should be focusing on what he’s saying—about Osiris, about everything that’s been weighing on his mind. But man, he’s distracting.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I ask, forcing my voice to sound casual as my gaze flic
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Karina Vazquez
They needed that but I am worry for Osiris. I hope he can cope. I am thinking he probably got more memory back than just the 5 days he was gone. Maybe there was a past that he didn’t want to remember because he took it too hard.
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