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Chaos at Dinner.
Adam's POV. Every day, during their training, I would stand at her side window and watch. It always took all the self-control in me to not scream whenever their bodies came into contact with each other. Today, while they had their training, Ronan stood with me, watching me twist and turn and sigh in frustration each time Dale held her or touched her in any way. “Before your brothers kill you, you will kill yourself with worry,” he commented, resting on the wall beside me. He had an amused smile which stretched across his face. I saw that smile as a mockery of my situation. Why wasn't he feeling sad for me? He was my best friend for crying out loud. “If you are here to mock me, then you might just leave,” I hissed, not taking my eyes off Lilith. “Okay, fine.” He raised his hands up an
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