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Is Zoe Safe?

last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-28 21:08:54

Kendrix's POV

The world outside my window turned into a long, blurry streak of grey pine trees and wet asphalt.

My foot pushed the gas pedal all the way down to the floorboards. The heavy engine of my truck screamed, shaking so hard I could feel the vibrations right through the soles of my boots. Every second that ticked away on the dashboard clock felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

Beside me, Phoebe leaned forward, her hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white. She wasn't crying, but her
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