Chapter Twelve

The first thought on Arrin’s mind when he awoke the next morning was tomorrow night, when he’d finally have some PMZ, was too long to wait. However, the aroma of grilled breakfast sausages and eggs wafting upstairs assured him at least he could have a satisfying breakfast.

He hurried downstairs to the kitchen where he found some of the men already seated and attacking their breakfasts with gusto, while others had just begun to load up their plates. Arrin made a plate for himself and sat down at the far end of the table away from everyone else. No one spoke to him having learned to leave him alone unless he initiated contact, and so he ate in peaceful solitude. When he was finished, he carried his plate to the sink, piled it on top of the others, turned to leave, a...

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