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Chapter 23
Jorick dropped his eyes for the first time since she'd taken the sandwich from him. "I asked what you're staring at?" she pressed. "Nothing," he answered quickly and crossed his arms over his chest. Her eyebrows arched inquiringly. "You're staring." "So? You forget I haven't eaten in a long, long time." He continued to watch her, a sort of morbid fascination on his face. His comment made her wonder how old he really was. He appeared to be in his early to mid-thirties at the most, but if he was immortal he might be any age. "How long?" "Too long." The words sounded like a sad sigh. He straightened up and quietly changed the subject, "Oren is getting ready to go to the meeting. We should know something by the end of the night." "Are you going with him?" Jorick shifted. "Yes and no
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