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Author: Tricia best
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Chapter 65: Brat

‘This is divine,’ Kael muttered with reverence as molten cheese burned the roof of his mouth. He devoured the pizza like a starving prophet tasting god’s body for the first time. It was criminal how much he’d missed this flavor, the sacred salt of melted cheese and bread and grease. The last time he’d eaten pizza was back when his life came prepackaged in luxury: silk robes, personal chefs, and a sense of superiority thick enough to choke on.

Now, he sat alone in a dingy restaurant with a cracked table and a faulty fan, smiling like an idiot as he ate a $5 slice.

Then he saw them. His party. Approaching the Association building like a parade of responsibility.

‘Fuck,’ he sighed, stuffing the rest of the slice into his mouth. ‘Why didn’t I buy it to go? There’s no justice in this world.’

He looked back at the counter, saw the massive line, and accepted his fate. Grabbing two more slices, he bolted out the door, chewing as he went.

The night before had been a blur of
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