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Chapter 21: Snooping around

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My mind was completely empty for 10 seconds.

I kept staring at the door with no thoughts in my brain. Nothing.

Eventually, I lowered my arm, and slowly, all the events of the day came rushing back to me. The weight of everything hit me like a tidal wave, and I turned back towards the bathroom, feeling the urge to vomit once again. But when I walked into the bathroom, I refused to throw up. I needed to keep the food inside me, no matter how overwhelming the situation was.

Fuck, man. I had cut him. There was a spy here. Samael just killed 35 demons as easy as cutting pie, and I didn't even see a scratch on him—well, except for the one I inflicted.

I had never hurt somebody on purpose. But now I used a weapon on someone. Of course, he did call me a whore, but still...

And he bit me and drank my blood. Like a vampire.

"Fay!" Samael's voice boomed from his bedroom.

I snapped my head back at the door and stuck my tongue out at it.

Finally ridding myself of the tight leather shorts, I let th
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