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Chapter Eighteen
Marcus’ POV Sitting on the bench in front of my locker, I go through my rituals, picking up my car keys from beside me, I place a kiss to the St Christopher medallion that hangs there before placing them in my left shoe. Reaching down into my bag, I pull out a bag of Hershey’s kisses, removing three and unwrapping them, tossing each one into my mouth, one at a time before sucking them, careful not to bite into any until they melt away. Finally, I pull on my helmet, buckling it tightly and standing up as Grim finishes untying and retying his laces for the third time. Looking up, he nods, pushing to his feet, pulling on his own helmet before stepping toward me, the two of us banging our foreheads gently together. ‘Dream team’ he mutters sternly, staring at me as I nod. ‘Dream team’ I repe
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