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Reign
“No, I haven’t, actually,” Reign said with a confidence completely contradictory to her usually withdrawn personality. “In fact, I don’t believe I’ve had a proper meal all week. But then, not many people have. I mean, there’s not even any silverware!” Why was she doing this? Reign couldn’t figure it out; she hadn’t voluntarily given any information to anyone in six years. Not since Jesse died, she realized. A spasm of pain flickered in her green eyes, then vanished back into the place deep inside where Reign kept all her emotions locked up.
Aman hadn’t seemed to notice. “Well,” she said briskly. “We shall have to fix that!”
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