Chapter 0397
“Can I have a blanket?” I ask after a while, my words soft and slurred. “And maybe a cupcake?

A warm, heavy weight settles over my shoulders, and I burrow into the coverlet, “You can have as many cupcakes as you want when you wake up, angel.” Henry promises, even though I can hear Sinclair complain
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