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About to walk into a trap

Eve's POV

"Eve, why the hell isn't my breakfast on the dining table?" 

Ah crap. My hands trembled as I flipped the eggs, wishing they would cook faster. Every part of me trembled. It was mostly annoying. I ought to be used to this by now. I should be used to him telling at the top of his lungs making ridiculous requests.  

It was just six thirty in the morning. Tom never got up this early and it made me wonder why.  

Did he have another child to traffic? Was he trying to get ready quickly so he could go sell someone else's child?! My fist tightened around the spatula as I struggled to fight the tears.  

"Ma'am!" Nuren yelled, calling my attention. A choking smell filled the air and I scoffed.

"Of course it's burnt! I take my mind off it for a second and it suddenly gets burned!" 

"Eve!"

 

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