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Chapter 100 -"We'll Egg Daemon's Bugatti,"-01

Micajah's PoV:

Shock.

I don't know if I can describe this emotion with any other word.

I don't know if it was seconds or minutes later, but suddenly, the door flies open, and Seneca rushes in like she just discovered that there's an apocalypse about to break out in 5 minutes. I see that asshole Daemon following her in my peripheral vision, and distinctly register him trying to ask his Mate what happened.

"What's wrong!? Cage, are you alright!?" Seneca is a flurry of activity, alternating between checking my rapidly beeping heart-monitor and my paralyzed self, yelling for the doc in the process. Her panic and anxiety hits me like a tidal wave, but I can't—not for my lack of trying—do anything in this situation except revel in the new information I'd just received.