Chapter 24 Too Little, Too Late
My alarm sounded, alerting me to the fact I'd slept soundly all night. Disappointment resided inside my stomach, knowing that I didn't get to see Moloch after all. Maybe the Dream Catcher was a dud. I got up and ready as usual, taking Bravus' quill and placing inside my bag, so that I could show it to Moloch later. Polo jumped up with a yawn, obviously quick to forget the festivities from last night. After a quick kiss and cuddle, we both made our way downstairs for some food. I was too busy fawning over Polo, to register my mother moving around in the kitchen. I jumped out of my skin, seeing her now standing at the stove, frying bacon and eggs. She was rarely ever up this early, only waking just before I usually left. "Abigail, sit. Your breakfast is almost ready." My mother hesita
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