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Chapter Twenty-Two: Pity
Kameron What I wanted at that moment was a shower, but when I went into my room, Catherine was there with her hands propped on her bony hips, ready to spit nails at me. “Really Kam, your f*****g nurse? Are you really that desperate?” Her words made my blood boil, and I had to exercise every bit of my self control not to raise my voice. “What are you doing here, Catherine?” “Susan called me just as I was leaving Paris. She was so concerned about you—" “Cut the bullshit, Cat.” I hated that I had to have this argument while seated in the wheelchair, still dripping wet, while she towered over me in her stupid high heels. I didn’t like that she had the ability to look down at me. “I told you not to come, I told you it’s not safe.” She rolled her eyes, “You are just being paranoid.
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