Chapter 11 UNWELCOMED GUEST

Lyanna's apartment smelled like cinnamon candles and old takeout.

I'd been there two days, and I still couldn't sleep through the night.

The couch was fine. Soft enough. Lyanna kept insisting I take the bed, but I wouldn't. I'd imposed enough already. My bag sat by the door, half unpacked, like ev...

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