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“Was any of it real?” I asked.
I wasn’t sure if I meant our friendship or Hollow House or my whole damn reality.
“Of course,” he said, rushing forward and pulling me into hug. “I’m still your best friend. I’m sorry I kept this from you. It was for your own good. If I told you anything, you wouldn’t be allowed to join. You had to decide on your own.”
Decide.
That was what I had done. I’d made a choice, one that could have monumentally fucked me over.
My body was numb, the will to push Felix away gone. It barely registered as he continued, rambling about the Hollow Society and his place in it. My mind and gaze were only focused on one thing across the room.
Him.
Was it all a dream, was I dead, or did I just damn myself for eternity?
