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Secrets And Lies
THERE WEREN'T MANY WORDS TO EXPLAIN THE SITUATION HARLOW WAS IN; she watched as her mother barely made an effort to stitch her Mates wounds together. Every so often, Michael's face scrunched up in pain, but he never made a sound. Aggressively, she dabbed with an alcoholic towel against his damaged skin.
"Would it kill you to be a little gentle?"
"Yes, it would." Her mother's eyes flickered towards him; anger burned inside them—a wave of irritation that remained unknown to Harlow.
It felt odd, the whole situation with Michael and her mother. Something inside of her told her that they weren't stranger, two people that only met by coincidence, by circumstance. No, it didn't feel like that; Harlow was more than confident they knew each other.
"Hands off." Michael winked in pain, groaning each time her mother dabbed on the wound.
"Then, in that case, I would r
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