Chapter 145 Fix the crack

<<Natalya>>

I sit in the waiting room, legs crossed, scrolling lazily through my phone. The hum of the air conditioner fills the silence, and I find myself smiling—actually smiling—for the first time in weeks.

How strange, finding comfort in torment.

Tormenting Hermes.

Tormenting her.

I hum soft...

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