Chapter 105 Rat in the Walls

(Apollo)

He fed her in slow, measured bites. Bread. A sliver of fruit that burst sweet and sharp over her tongue, juice running down to her chin. When it did, he chased it lazily with his thumb, wiping it away—then pressing that thumb against her mouth. 

“Clean it,” he murmured. 

She clenched her...

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