Panic meets spiral. I can’t believe he just said that. I turn my head away quickly to stare at Reed, but the motion makes me choke on my spit. The cough that leaves my throat doubles, then triples, before Reed smacks my back while Jace says, “Are you okay?” I’m nodding, still coughing as I grab the coffee mug from Reed’s hand and down it, wincing because it’s black. “Not even milk?” I muster, handing it back to him, clearing my throat as I push his arm off me. “Sociopath.” I shift back to Jace with a plan hatched for escape. “Sheesh, my throat’s so dry. Must be allergies. From like dust or
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