Chapter 17 Three boys, one nurse, zero braincells

Hazel’s POV

My soul briefly climbed out of my body just to double-check if he actually said that.

He continued, glowing with pride at his own insanity:

“You fit perfectly in my arms, like God handcrafted you to be my emotional support feral creature.”

Okay. Great. Perfect. Amazing. I was being...

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