Chapter 87
Farrell's POV My mind is racing with thoughts I can't explain. I walked out earlier with Arya for two reasons. I do like Arya but the reason that dominated today was because I needed time to think for myself. My father is a chimera. The slave trainer for the supernatural board. A man with several supernatural genes in him. I still cannot wrap my head around half the stuff that Samuel told me today. But his eyes were bold when he talked today. He meant every word that he said. "What's wrong?" Aylee asks me as she places her head on my chest. It is midnight and I still cannot sleep somehow. "Nothing. Just can't sleep" I whisper and throw my arms around her, pulling her even closer. Her scent calms me beyond thinking. Sometimes I am happy with the fact that she exists. In this world. Wi
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