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Chapter 22.

Felicia

Gregor made lunch, and I watched him. He made a simple meal of bread, cheese, and some apples. His concern for me was evident, and it was endearing. He set the food before me, and we ate in silence for a while. He seemed lost in thought, and a felt strange sort of hum come through my implant from him. 

“Are you alright?” I asked him. 

His eyes snapped to mine. “I’m worried about Zana. She is so full of rage.” 

“Rage?” I asked, surprised. “She is in pain, anguish even, but rage?”

“Yes.” He confirmed without hesitation. “Rage is what I f

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