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Chapter Thirty
“Callie!”
I hear my name being called and I open my eyes to see a familiar face above me. No, it can't be him. He's dead. Tears rain down my cheeks and I shake my head. “How? You can't-”
“I'll explain it all do you. But first, are you okay?” Wilder asks me, pulling me into his arms. His arms are so familiar around me, a loving feeling that I missed so much. With a deep sob I cling to him, crying hysterically.
“Callie?” Wyatt rushes down the stairs but stops in his tracks when he sees who's holding me. “Wilder?”
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