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... one in hand and his expression more serious than I’d seen it all evening.
Gabriel didn’t let go of my hand, but his expression shifted to one of irritation. "What are you talking about, Max? We just got our food."
"Mitchell isn’t eating," Maxwell announced dramatically, as if this statement should mean something to us.
Gabriel blinked. "Who the fuck is Mitchell?"
"My cat!" Maxwell said, his voice rising with distress. "My staff just called. They said she’s been si ...
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