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Without a glance at the box, Drake handed it to Debra. "Take it."

"I won't," she blurted out.

Drake frowned. "You're sick. Do you want to end up in the hospital?"

"Who's sick? Who takes birth control pills randomly?" Debra countered.

Drake froze. "Birth control pills?"

Kale was just as confused.

Debra held up the box. "These are birth control pills. Don't tell me you don't know."

Drake stared at the box. The label didn't mention anything about contraception.

"It's norgestrel," he read aloud. "Where does it say birth control?"

man like Drake, with all his power, had no idea what birth control pills looked like. "If they're not birth control pills, why are you making

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earlier, after eating at the restaurant. This morning, the pain had worsened due to the stress of the previous night's events, and she'd complained about it.

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