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Chapter 9
In the days that followed, I stopped asking Nathaniel to do anything for me–I didn’t even call his name anymore.
In the past, he used?
reach.
to complain that I’d summon him for the smallest things, even making him hand–feed me fruit from a tray that was already within
Now that I no longer bothered him, though, he seemed… unhappy.
When I prepared to leave the house without calling for him, he finally couldn’t take it anymore.
He gripped the handles of my wheelchair, his eyes burning like molten rock. “Two more weeks.”
“Fine.” I didn’t hesitate in the slightest.
He visibly relaxed, then bent down to me into the car.
His familiar scent enveloped me.
Every time he had rescued me in the past, he
e’d carried me just like this, wrapping me in that same comforting smell.
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