Not Over Yet

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Elijah POV “When did he call?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose. At least I could be comfortable in the knowledge that this migraine wasn’t poison at work. It was pure, unfettered annoyance. Rosalia and Jerome were sitting in the chairs of my office while I paced. I felt as though if I sat down, images of Ambrosia- how I’d left her- how I’d likely never see her again thanks to these pests. Rosalia folded her hands in her lap and squirmed. She’d been squirrely since I’d kicked her out of my bed- and for good reason. Ambrosia’s words were echoing in my mind- she wants you to herself and she sees me as an obstacle. And she’d separated us pretty damn well tonight. “Just a couple of hours ago. Right after you left, actually.” How conveniently timed, I thought to myself. I needed

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