Chapter29
"You're not taking care of yourself, my love," a familiar voice cut through the darkness. In the next second, spotlights flared to life on the ceiling. "f**k!" I heard Kalon’s succinct summary of the situation. Thank all the gods, he was still alive. "It's just me, Kal. Don’t be so crass." I turned my head toward the corner where the voice had come from. Of course, there stood Laor. He had grown out his ash-colored hair, now tied up in a stylish topknot. The sides and the lower part of the back of his head were nearly shaved. His emerald eyes were locked on me, and unlike the tone of his remark, his gaze wasn't mocking. He rushed toward me and pulled me into an embrace. "You see? I told you I'd come back for you, my little Earthling." I pushed him away, crawling on all fours toward Ka
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