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My mouth was dry from explaining my story for what felt like the hundredth time but at least I'd finally been able to get out of my stained and ripped dress and into something clean, comfortable, and most importantly, had space for the new addition to my back. They were taking some getting used to.
"How are you holding up?" Trent rested a hand on my back below my wings. They sort of tingled at his touch, which wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it was new. Everything about them was.
"Tired," I responded. "It's been a long week."
"I'm not surprised. You went through a lot."
I smiled weakly. "I have a question."
"Ask away. You know I'll answer anything for you," he said.
"Was Mr Muldvarp dead?" I blurted before I lost my nerve. I needed to know if I'd killed him or not, though I hon
