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14. Rue
14 Rue I’m just so tired. Tired enough that it feels good to lie in bed for hours after Dryas gets up, drowsing in the sunlight. I wake late to find that Dryas and Damen have both been pretty busy while I was asleep. When I finally get dressed and drag myself out to the kitchen, it’s early afternoon. Damen and Dryas are in the kitchen, Damen by the sink and Dryas sitting behind the counter. They both give me the same skeptical look as I sit down on one of the stools. That makes me irritable. “Stop looking at me like that, both of you,” I mumble, yawning. “I have a lot of sleep to catch up on if you hadn’t noticed. While you two were sleeping in nice beds, I was chained up and given a pallet, okay? I don’t want to hear it from you.” My tone is sharper than usual. Damen’s eyes slide of
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