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Chapter fourty two.

SCAR'S POV.

Breakfast. God am so hungry. Am already used to sneaking off to eat in the middle of the night that it makes me more hungry that I missed it last night.

"Where do you think you are going?" Austen pops a brow and I do the same. 

"What?" The way his eye browse through my outfit is nerve-wracking. Like he could see right through the tick material I am putting on.

It's the leather pant Amelia had picked out for me, paired with black top with crossed chains, that hugs my upper part. A pair of black booth and a black beret.

Perfect for the morning activity.

"Here." He wraps his leather jacket around me, zipping it right to the top. "That's better."

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