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CHAPTER 31
Everyone in the living room had suddenly gone quiet as the banging against the door became louder. Growling and snarling were heard on the other side as if it pained Hezekiah to be kept alone on the other side. The Coterie and everyone in the congregation stared motionlessly at the door, holding onto each other and whimpering at every bang against the door.
Mama looked at the six of us who ventured down there. She saw the state that we were in, saw our faces, and knew just how grave the situation was. I knew Aza's words rung in her head as she waited for Hezekiah to bust down the door.
You should have fed him, Alize. You should have fed him.
Suddenly, Mama grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes; I was still in shock, unable
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