Chapter 34. Let The God Of Fashion Work

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REMI POV That was rude, Parrot said. Even for him that was RUDE. After Nero dumped me on the bed and walked out, I just lay there for a minute. Staring at the ceiling. "Well," I said to the empty room. "Someone woke up on the murder side of the bed." Payback for stabbing him. Right. Like I'd stabbed him for FUN. Like I hadn't been DYING when I did it. "Asshole," I muttered to the empty room. "Royal, venom-infected, emotionally constipated asshole." But you're still worried about him, Parrot said. "Well. I wish I wasn’t." You are. You're worried the venom's getting worse. Making him meaner. More violent. More... him but worse. She was right. Something was really wrong with Nero. More wrong than usual. That wasn't just angry Nero or cursed Nero or even asshole Nero. That was v

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