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For the next two days, life went on, but it wasn’t completely normal. At least, not in the way it used to be before I had gone to see Fawn Strain at Arcana’s Cove and stolen the box and met Killian.
I went to work at the tea shop, trying my best to focus on my job, but it was hard when there was so much on my mind. Delia stayed home, once more with the box, baking and sending her pastries and scones to the tea shop every morning. Killian moved around a lot. He divided his time between Delia’s house, my apartment, and the tea shop. I also knew he went to the woods to feed. Since he came back from inside the box, he felt the need to feed more often. He hoped it was a side effect from being lost for twenty years and soon it would normalize. He told me that before he fed once every three
