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The wagons had circled around Sage like an impenetrable force field, shielding her from him. Greta had told him off, the truths smarting like ugly welts on his skin. At Angel’s shop, he was confronted with a furious Camilla, who cursed him out in Spanish. Angel pleaded the Fifth, his pained expression saying that his hands were tied. f*****g eunuch.
He rolled up to his house and turned off the engine when his adrenaline spike dropped off and the shakes got to him. Taking in gulps of air that cut like a switchblade, he wheezed through his panic attack. Hadn’t had one in years. Despite the breakdown of his body, he was eerily alert.
He waited for darkness to break into her home. Her plants were alive, but Phantom was gone. Another bad sign. For one thing, he couldn’t use the cat as lev
