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13. Dryas
13 Dryas The next morning, I leave Rue sleeping in the bed and slip out to the kitchen. Damen is already there, glancing up at me as if I am late for a meeting with him. “Finally,” he says, stretching in his chair. “You two do nothing but f**k. Do you know how boring things have been for me this week?” I look to see if there is coffee. Finding none, I scowl. “I have had better things to do than worry about your feelings, brother. And now, I am more concerned with the fact that you did not make coffee.” Now it is Damen’s turn to scowl. “I was waiting for your girl to get up and make it for me.” I give him a look. “f**k you. If you want coffee, make it for yourself.” He grins. “It is always so easy to rile you up, Dryas.” “Shut up.” Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I start grindi
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