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Cruel Muse Chapter Eleven

Val woke up to the sound of an argument from the kitchen. “You didn’t even ask me. It’s my house, too, you know. I shouldn’t have to come home to surprises like this,” said a man’s voice.


“What was I supposed to do? Her house burned down. She lost her father. She needed a bed and I gave her one,” Jane’s voice retorted.


“She’s going to suspect—”


“She isn’t. This shit passes by her every time. You’re too paranoid.”


“You’re not paranoid enough, Jane. You practically flaunt it. You’re going to ruin both our lives.”

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