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Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen

Author: PinkPixieDust
last update publish date: 2026-06-08 03:39:50
I shook my head, voice shaky. “You’re wrong. That’s not what happened. That’s not—”

Noah’s fury came roaring back, his eyes blazing. “You killed her, Jace. And I’m going to make you pay. Westbrook is filled to the brim with people desperate for a chance to get back at the big bad bully who ruined their lives. If I can’t use Lena, I’m just going to use someone else.”

My eyes snapped up at that threat, glaring daggers at him as fresh rage flooded through me.

But Noah didn’t give a shit; instead, h
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I hope someone heard exactly what Noah said because he has to go down for this
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