I didn’t understand why I had such a hard time accepting it. When I tried to think about everything logically, I felt like I was adding up two plus two plus two and getting negative eleven. Nothing made sense, and I tossed and turned all night because of it. Lucen came downstairs not long after eleven. It was an abominably early hour for a pred to be up, and the circles under his eyes proved it. I was in the kitchen on my second cup of coffee, taking stock of what he had in his cabinets. My stomach hadn’t stopped growling since I got up. I hadn’t eaten enough yesterday, and what I had eaten was crap. Lucen emptied the rest of the coffeepot into an oversized mug. “Devon called after you asked not to be disturbed last night.” “Thought I heard the phone ring. Tattling about my adventures at Purgatory?” Would Lucen mind if I ate his Pop-Tarts? Something higher in protein, like eggs, was probably asking too much. “He was keeping me informed. Please tell me you’ve put this idea of contacting the Gryphons out of your head.
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