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Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Nine

Author: PinkPixieDust
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-02 05:00:21

LENA'S POV

Jace killed the engine and parked the bike along the massive circular driveway.

He obviously knew the way, he’d probably been here a thousand times when they were still together.

Allison’s house was as enormous as I remembered it, all glass walls and fancy lighting, absolutely packed with students who by now were spilling out onto the lawn, red cups in hand, music blasting so loud I could feel it in my chest.

All I wanted was to find my friends and get out of here before trouble sh
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