Chapter 124

Sheryl's POV

The maple syrup oatmeal tasted...strange. And sickeningly sweet. I forced down another spoonful, trying not to grimace.

"How is it?" Rhett was watching me intently, his brow furrowed. "You don't like it?"

I noticed a small reddish mark on the back of his hand, about the size of a fin...

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