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"We…we do?"

I nodded "You’re going to live a very long life, Morgan And I’le second of what’s left"

Chapter Forty-Seven

Seventy-six

That was the number of calls, texts and e our failed wedding

Zero was the number I had returned

Maybe it would have been s short and brutal, like Fuck you, I never want to speak to you again But I didn’t That felt childish, and it would have made me out to be a caricature of a jilted bride

Jilted It was one of those words you only ever hear used in one context

I paced h Billy Idol no longer sang to o-to ringtone At least for Lucas Everyone else got Hall & Oates’s "Maneater"

Yeah, that’s right

While I waited for the call to go to voice past the half-empty bottle of vodka, I withdrew an ice cube tray and inspected the contents My engage at ht I sneered, thrust the tray back into the freezer and then punished e

"Secret…" His voice sounded the saetic, but the last ten or so had also conature impatience "I know you’re still upset" I snorted "But we need to sit down and talk about this likethe , loaded pause "I e

Leave it to Lucas to make e Six had spent a whole week covering the fallout froossip colue on The Tiht before the gunfire started I had been stood up

According to pack laere still ive a fuck what pack law thought Lucas and I were done

I picked up the phone again and s it was answered with a sleepy, ru sheets and a cough to clear the traces of sleep out of his voice "No," Desmond lied

"I woke you, I’m sorry Go back to bed"

"You okay?"

"Yeah"

"Liar"