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... flat, tired, furious. I was standing in Devon’s bedroom, hands folded tight against my chest, back pressed to the wall like I’d been shoved there by fate itself. The room was dark, lights off, curtains drawn, silence thick. But I could see him as clear as day as he stepped into his room.
My powers were back. Fully back.
Devon wasn’t surprised that I was in his room, he stood near the bed, shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled, posture relaxed in that infuriating way that had alway ...
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