Chapter Eight: Break-Ups and Hangovers
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POV:*Reign*
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I watched Jude for a moment before I entered the room. Something about the look on his face left me feeling unsettled. Who had just called him?
I didn't ask. I said nothing before Jude flipped a switch on the last camera, kissed my forehead, and said he would return in two days. I knew he wouldn't have left if he didn't have to, but it didn't sting any less that he left in the middle of everything.
When my phone went off ten minutes after he had left, I thought he was giving me some kind of explanation. It wasn't from him, though.
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Beau: Give me a chance to make it up to you, and I'll never lay another hand on you. I swear.
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Frustrated, I closed my phone with the satisfaction that he would see the read notification.
