"Are you sure you don't need this?" Octavia asked me, shaking the milk carton lightly in my sight as we sat around the couch in the room.

"I can wait." I shrugged. "I'm still surprised that I don't feel as crazy as I was earlier. Thanks to Cammie."

"Yep, I snapped you out of that big ass craving," Cammie smiled proudly as she took a seat opposite us.

"Cammie, don't say ass," I scowled at her.

"Oh, come on, Viv, you won't grow horns with just a few bad words," she said. I shot her a look.

"Anyway," I said and turned to Octavia. "I thought you were busy."

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