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Chapter 8

Sylvie Morgan's pov

“You have nothing to fear, Sylvie. Why would I save you if I had ill intentions?”

He asked me with a cocked brow.

Laughing awkwardly I shook my head and said, “I wasn't thinking about anything ill about you.”

Unlocking the door I gestured for him to enter and watched him step inside and glance around.

“The Beta lives modestly,” he commented. I then offered him something to drink.

Shaking his head he suggested that I bring him some medical supplies so he could tend to my injured back.

Scrunching my face I explained that I wasn't sure what he needed.

“Just point out your bathroom, and I will search for what I will need while you sit at the table,” he commented as I pointed to the door in the small living room to the bathroom.

“I'll return in a moment,” he said as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table for me.

“Sit so your back is to me,” he added as he went into the living room. Sitting sideways in the chair I exhaled deeply as I thought abo
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