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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sophia: Warmth. A dizzying, sweet warmth enveloped me, touching every corner of my soul, soothing my sore muscles and troubled mind. I never imagined finding comfort like this, akin to having my cold feet before a fireplace. Yet, here it was, a feeling a million times better. “Stay, don’t get up yet,” Toby implored, his voice a desperate whisper. His arms tightened around me, making me realize that this warmth, this comforting sensation I had woken up to, was because of him. “He’s right, Soph. Just stay with us,” Wit echoed, his tone equally pleading and desperate as he ran his fingers through my hair. With my dry mouth and the overwhelming warmth surrounding me, I sank back into Toby’s chest and relaxed into their touch. “Where’s Lo?” I hated that this was my first question. I wanted
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