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Chapter 95 – Abducted

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Neah's pov

Charles's face looked worse in daylight.

The bruising had spread overnight, blooming purple and yellow across his jaw and cheekbone, swelling one eye nearly shut. His lip was split in two places and his nose, which had been crooked before Martin got to it, now sat at an angle that would require a physician to correct. The scarred side of his face had escaped the worst of it, which was almost funny in a grim way. Martin had beaten the undamaged half to match the damaged one.

I stood b
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