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Chapter Ninety Four - Tavisha

Author: CityKim
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I was sleeping when I heard the door open, and I knew before I opened my eyes that it was him. I move quickly, scooting off the bed and into a corner of the room, my eyes locked on to his, but I say nothing, watching him warily.

'Why are you here?'

I demand, and it shocks me when he tells me to get dressed because he wants to take me outside to see something. I watch him to see if it is a trap, and when I decide he appears to be genuine, I go and get changed. When I return, he hands me my jack
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