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Chapter Forty

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LEVI

The game begins

The hospital corridor was dimly lit, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to the air as my boots echoed softly against the linoleum floor. I adjusted the black hoodie over my head and shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans as I made my way toward the exit, Liam’s words still echoing in my head.

“He’s losing it,” I muttered under my breath, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips.

Liam had looked like a shadow of himself, lying there on that hospital b
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