His Thirty-Fourth Accidental Betrayal
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y neck and back. "How could you?" I whispered, my voice a broken thing
hardening. He leaned down and grabbed my
arled, his eyes cold as ice. "Kalea is a good person. She w
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. threaten her
, his voice dropping
slid from my eye and landed on h
ing. "Don't hurt her. Please, Drake. I'll
your mother, Elyse," he said, his voice softening into that familiar, deceitfu
sed my forehead. I fel
nodded, a puppe
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nd horror clouding my vision. I saw her lyingr, my hands shaking too
sound raw and animali
same day. I held a small, private
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he was at a loud, crowded concert, laughing and dancing. The camera panne
to go to a concert with me, and he had al
her
scaped my lips.
ought a simple silver locket. I
st. "I'll take you away, Mo
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