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Present I WASN’T SURE WHAT WOKE ME, BUT MY BRAIN WASN’T ENTIRELY PREPARED for consciousness. My eyes only half cooperated—hooded and burning— but open. It was early, earlier than I usually woke up, but still light out. I was in an unfamiliar bed with a warm body behind me. My brain was so fuzzy. I should have been freaking out, but a mellow numbness kept all but a sense of confusion at bay. I tried to claw at my memories to figure out what was happening when a familiar rich purring vibrated against my tummy. Blue Bell? I lifted up just enough to see my sweet kitty curled in a ball on top of the covers. Memories seeped in like floodwaters under an old door—the attack, Torin, his apartment. He’d said something about running an errand, but I’d been so tired it was all a blur. I remembe
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