Chapter Forty
"Good morning, Luna!" Danny swung into the room using the doorframe. I looked up from my untouched plate of toast just in time to see Whitney and Gabbie stroll in behind him. "Is the toast treating you bad too?" Whitney frowned, walking up to the table and analyzing my plate. "Yeah," I frowned, looking down at the buttered bread and grimacing, "it makes me nauseous just looking at it." "Good God, woman," Danny shook his head, leaning against the table, "we've tried everything just to get you to eat for the past week and you're not working with us. I think we should pull Axel away from all that paperwork and tell—" he was interrupted by a harsh nudge in the gut from his mate. "No, he will freak. She's clearly trying, you moron. When she does, she simply throws it up. I'm about to feed h
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