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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
LYRA'S POV “Hey.“ Eric opened the door to my cell and came in. “Hey, yourself.“ “I haven't seen you in a minute.“ “I know. I could say the same to you.“ “I know. The last time I saw you was crazy.“ He balanced the tray on the floor. “Tell me about it.“ “Something came up.“ He avoided my eye. “I know what came up.“ “You do?“ I paused. “Wait, we are talking about the night you slipped in here and carried the things you brought, right?“ “Yes. What else could I be talking about?“ “I'm just making sure we are on the same page.“ “Trust me, we are.“ "So, what happened?“ “I thought you said you knew.“ I scowled at his digression. “I have an idea of what happened. But you promised to explain things to me the next time.“ “That's true.“ He sat down. “You have time?“ “I do.“ “So le
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