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Chapter 219: Is She Okay?
Author: Pen Ninja
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Gray did not say anything about Mara right away. He let his gaze linger on her for a moment, then looked away. It was not the right time to bring it up.

The table carried on.

Lily was in high spirits, working through a story about something that had happened at school earlier that week. Selina added comments at the right moments with the ease of someone who had been listening to Lily for a while now. Chloe, who had started the lunch quietly on the edge of the group, had let herself be pulled in
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