Chapter thirty-three

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Sophia: Oh, how quickly the morning faded. After Logan got back, we all had breakfast and a coffee. This time, it was a bit less awkward than it had been. Everyone ate peacefully, the boys jabbed playfully at one another over various things, and I sat there with the remanence of my dream and the empty stare in Toby’s eyes playing through my mind. Death. I kept thinking of the blood in my dream and how it glistened in the stage lights. A chill crept up my spine just thinking about it, remembering how sticky it felt in my palms, how slick it was on the black, glittering stage floor. “Sophia? Are you okay?” Wit asked, pulling me from the trance the memory had me in. “Huh? Yeah, I just got zoned out.” I smiled, playing it off with a yawn when I was not even tired. I was shaken, and

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