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Chapter 42: Passed out
[Erin]
It was already nighttime, and we were still inside this city dome. How do I know what time it is? Well, I happened to catch a peek of Nikolai's wristwatch, which indicated that it was past eight o'clock in the evening. The day flew by so rapidly, and one of the things that occurred to me was that this was simply too much—all of the turbulence of emotions felt like a roller coaster ride, and my brain could hardly keep up with it all. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of chaos.I kept my distance close to the two gigantic men as we walked down the cobbled pavement. Ultimately have no idea where we’ll be going next. Hope it's not the fighting pit arena, since that would be terrible. Even the concept of it conjures up images of blood and violence in my mind. All of those things have already happened to me today, and I've already been emotionally scarred enough.The other masters and their pets threw off glances on my way, and even sRelated chapters
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[Erin]“Oh my goodness, Erin!” Micah’s shrilly voice pierces my ears faster than the light blinding my soon as I stirred awake. “Why didn't you change your clothes last night?” She chided, pointing out the dress that I still wore, clinging to my body for dear life while I am still curled in the middle of my bed.I, begrudgingly peeled my eyes open, blinking the sting away, however it was before long followed by a beating torment in my head. “Uh, Micah, you know that I love you, but please my head is killing me,” I groaned, pressing my palm heel on my temple in hopes to assuage the twinge, but it was little to no avail.“Were you drunk?” She queried, taking Nikolai’s coat off from the carpet that I had deserted the previous evening before I crept to bed. I was exhausted from yesterday’s extravaganza, I know I kind of little bad for leaving simple things for Micah to do it for me, but I wasn’t myself. All I wanted to do was melt away in this world. I shake my head to get rid of all
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