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Chapter Twenty One
There was no way I could rest up after everything that's happened. I'm too on edge, too nervous. My thoughts are all over the place and my hands haven't seemed to stop shaking. So I did what any rational person who's fate has bound them to a species they were born to hate does, I took a bath. And drank wine. Red wine to be exact. I stayed under the warm water for over and hour, letting my racing mind and my adrenaline subside. The wine helped. But I still couldn't get what Trace said out of my head. I could say the same for you. What the hell did he mean by that? Ask anyone of my teammates, my loyalty belonged to the novices. My dad led the elders, he had founded the group twenty years ago. Then, the elders had kids; my team. And even though leadership within our ranks isn't a birt
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