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Chapter Twenty-Three
DALMA POV A sharp pain dashed through my head. I felt like my skill was split into several tiny pieces. I groaned and turned. I tried to open my eyes and felt an even sharper pain in my head. I tried again, and this time, it was successful. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the parody drawings of the Basilica above me. I looked at the curtains, dark and gold embroidered curtains that blocked out the sunlight, and I immediately knew I wasn't in my house. “Where the f**k am I?” I muttered underneath my breath. I sat up in bed and drew the sheets around me. “Good. You're finally up,” I heard, as an adjoining door opened. What the actual f**k happened. Jaden, in his full bare chested glory, walked out of the opened door, his spiked hair going every which way, suggest
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