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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Stumble Like a monster with a time-bomb strapped to it. |
4,345 | 3 |
| 2 |
Topple His hatred would be easier to handle than this glacial disinterest. |
4,608 | 2 |
| 3 |
Spill I feel like a senile old bitty with wander lust. |
5,469 | 3 |
| 4 |
Trip I wanted to run screaming from the room, throw myself at the mercy of whoever at St. Mungo’s could sort out my rattled brain |
5,870 | 2 |
| 5 |
Pitch “Who are you talking to?” Hugo’s voice breaks into my whispered conversation. |
4,264 | 4 |
| 6 |
Dive Lysander covered his brother’s eyes with a large hand and looked up at me. He smiled, showing perfect white teeth and then looked pointedly down at my bra. “Hey Rose,” He winked at me, “maybe you should go put your clothes on before you make my brother dearest pass out again.” |
5,334 | 7 |
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