7. Lost Bird-1
7 Lost Bird “I was starting to think you all forgot I needed to eat,” Dexter said, struggling to twist the heavy chain around his wrists in such a way that he could manage his spoon. “We didn’t forget,” Jacob said. “We just didn’t care.” Dexter finally managed to get the spoon into the soup and began to eat greedily. The soup had been boiling. The bowl nearly burned Jacob’s hands as he carried it to the closet. It must have been scalding Dexter’s mouth, but he ate it without pause. “What happened at the binding?” Dexter asked between giant mouthfuls. Jacob clenched his fists. It was none of Dexter’s business what had happened to Rosalie. He stood to leave, and Dexter clutched the bowl to his chest as though afraid Jacob would take it from him. “You can keep eating,” Jacob said, maki
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