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Chapter 20: The Worst of Me

Autor: Sarah John
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-02-10 18:58:50

AXEL POV

The clubhouse door had opened.

Em stood in the doorway, wrapped in my leather jacket, her face pale in the dim light.

Her eyes were wide with shock.

With horror.

With understanding.

She'd heard everythi

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