“And yet, here I am,” I say acidly.Cataleya considers me, like she might be willing to change her mind. Or maybe not. I’m slower and fuzzier than when we started this conversation, and I can’t make heads or tails of her expression.“You really don’t care about the house, do you?” Her eyes are asses
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