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  2. TheEVERAFTER
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  91. TheEVERAFTER
  92. By Amanda Hocking

She blinked and looked away from me again. “I’m sorry. He’s a worse man than I thought.”

“I’m sorry too,” I said.

“But he has other daughters,” Bekk said, sounding hopeful. “Grown healthy daughters.”

“He claimed Noomi and Bryn, and they both seem okay,” I said.

“Thanks,” Bryn said dryly.

“Indu told you he took the alvaroot?” I asked Bekk carefully, but the doors swung open and cut me off.

Pan came out through the wooden doors and hooked his thumb back the way he’d come. “Elof’s ready for you if you wanna go on back.”

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The blood draw went smoothly, and although I got lightheaded, I didn’t faint. Once we were done, Elof didn’t really need us all to wait around while he did his lab work, and Rikky offered to lend him a hand since she knew her way around the clinic.

Bryn, Pan, and I went back to the hotel. Pan said he hadn’t slept well the night before—which made sense since the beds were horrible—and he went to his room to take a nap. Waiting made Bryn restless, and the room had little space to work out. She pushed her bed up against mine, and then she used the emptied space to do push-ups, crunches, and various other stationary exercises to burn off her anxious energy.

I stole the pillows from her bed and wadded them up to get halfway comfortable, and I settled in to read the Kendare Blake book I’d bought at the airport yesterday. Bryn’s panting and banging around were rather distracting, and we would’ve been in serious trouble if we had downstairs neighbors. I didn’t complain, because it seemed to be a healthy way to deal with the stress and confusion I knew she had to be feeling.

So if it took me ten minutes to read a page because I kept losing my place, well, so be it.

A strange ringing sound came from my bag, which I’d slid under the bed to save floor space. It was unzipped to allow for my laptop cord to wind out and into the outlet behind my nightstand. Last night, I’d plugged it in so Bryn and I could watch cartoons about “trolls” on Netflix to unwind and laugh at all the things they got wrong and marvel at the occasional thing they got right.

“I wish I could get my hair that pink or blue,” I’d said, pining over the neon shades of the cartoon character’s hair.

“Tell me about it!” Bryn chimed in, happy to complain about our difficult troll hair. “My hair is so light blond, if I were human, I’d be able to dye it any color of the rainbow. But I’ve dyed it black before, and it’s literally dark for a matter of hours before fading to gray within a week. Our hair actively rejects dye.”