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DAMIEN

“Do you want your pancakes with syrup, or do you want them plain?” Nessa asked.

“Plain,” I said, and Nessa handed me a plain pancake, her fingers barely brushing mine as I took it from her.

I stared at the unadorned stack and couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

“Thanks,” I muttered, offering her a weak smile.

Nessa and Rafael had managed to get me to leave the room