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Jasper Hawthorne lay on the sofa in the living room, his whole body reclining against the back, his face pale.
Jude Kensington was busy in the kitchen, making hangover soup.
At that moment, the abrupt ringing of a phone pierced the air.
Jasper Hawthorne flinched instinctively on the sofa, the days of alcohol-induced numbness made his reactions sluggish.
Fumbling, he picked up the phone, and upon seeing the caller ID, he jolted upright as if burned, the moveme ...
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