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The truth about Rafe
Rafe
"Don't come any closer," my jaw immediately clenched at her words as my body froze, my mind was racing a mile a minute as to what was going through hers.
"Amelia-" I began to say but she merely shook her head as tears welled up behind her eyes, I found myself taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out as I clenched my jaw.
Half turning my head towards Jeremy I had to restrain myself from wanting to rip his head off his shoulders right now, I needed his help and the realization of this churned my stomach.
"Please take Len back to our sleeping bunkers."
"Why?" Jeremy retorted.
"I asked please, don't make me take it back."
Scoffing Jeremy rolled his eyes but instead of arguing with me he picked Len up in his arms and stood up,
"Remember what I said Mel, you don't have to be part of their mess. You can still walk away if you want."
I turned my head completely to glare at him but he had alread
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