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Chapter 35

Aran

JOHN’S RETURN

Metamorphosis—Day 47, hour 14

I rubbed the crust from my eyes as consciousness returned.

Everything ached.

I moaned and turned my face into the soft pillow. The worst part of life was the moment when you were ripped from sleep and remembered that you hadn’t gone on a shopping trip in years.

My eyes shot open.

I jolted upward and immediately regretted it as the stitches littering my body pulled and pinched.

The room was a quiet dark-red haze, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust.

I was alone in bed.

My teammates were asleep.

Malum and Scorpius were wrapped around Orion, snoring softly. Vegar and Zenith were lying on the bloody mattress pads on the floor, and their hands were outstretched toward each other. The tips of their fingers were interlaced.

They were so romantic.

It made me sick.

The clock on the wall read two in the afternoon, but the curtains were closed like it was night.

I gagged and covered my nose.

The room reeked of sweaty male and gore.

It definitely hadn’t been five days since the competition, because the servants hadn’t cleaned anything.

Arcs of blood had been splattered across the floor, wall, and even the hearth like in a crime scene.

I went to lie back down but tensed my abdominal muscles and froze because there was a loud squeak in the bathroom.

Luka’s muffled voice said, “I told everyone. So the plan better have worked. They know there are two of us.”

There was a pause.

“It’s done. It all worked out.” The voice that replied was virtually identical, but it was a little less gruff. It was also extremely familiar. Holy sun god, John was speaking.

The twins were in the bathroom.

Together.

My eyes widened, and I froze.

Luka gasped.

“I’ve told him I’ve chosen my gynaíka.” John’s voice was full of emotion. “He’s freed me from my obligation.”

It was a term I’d never heard before.

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