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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jamie wasn’t sleeping. The phone call rattled her days after it had been made and it left her seeing shadows at every turn. Where before she was hesitant to have either himself or Cassidy sleepover to keep watch, it had become a requirement for her to remain calm when the hour grew dark and everyone else was off to sleep.
They began taking turns, trying to minimise their absence at their own home but Demetrius knew his mother had grown suspicious. She’d become aware her children were hiding something but hadn’t yet decided it was a matter of urgency that she find out. They were fed, uninjured, and home often enough that she was willing to let them have a few secrets.
He would keep it that way if he could help it.
“Sun’s coming up,” he said, turning to the girl who’d spent the night by her study table. “You sure you didn’t want to try squeezing in an hour?”
“What’s the use? I’m n
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