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Not Even In His Wildest Dreams
Cyrus walks over to the door calmly and leans on it casually, then crosses his arms against his chest. He seems almost amused as he glances at me. “Sorry, we’re closed for the day!” he yells through the door, making me stare at him in surprise. Okay, what happened when I was sleeping? Did he enchant himself to be in a good mood from the moment I open my eyes again? “I’m going to drain every last drop of blood out of you if you don’t open up this instant!” my father keeps raging on the other side. “Can you please stop with the threats?” I shout out before Cyrus can answer him. My mentor looks at me, and we stare at each other as a short silence follows. Finally, my dad pulls himself together. “Evelyn, come out, I won’t ask you twice. I can help you too. In a much less painful way,” he te
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