Chapter 35 Chapter Thirty-Five: House Rules

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"No," I say.

The kitchen is so quiet the pasta water is the loudest thing in it.

My father stands in the middle of the Barn's kitchen in his Wolves jacket, with melted snow dripping off his boots onto Marcus's floor, and looks at me like I've spoken a foreign language.

"Excuse me?"

"I said...

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