My Boss Is A Werewolf
My makeup was streaked down my face, and my loose hair stuck to my wet cheeks.
Ryder dropped to his knees right in front of me on the pavement, not caring about his clothes or who might see. His big hands cupped my face gently, thumbs wiping away tears that just kept falling. “Hey, hey, breathe. I’m here. I followed you because I was worried. What happened? Talk to me, please.”
I shook my head, my shoulders heaving with each sob. The news footage kept replaying in my mind ... Victor standing there pretending to grieve, my mom’s covered body on that stretcher. “She’s gone, Ryder. My mom… she’s dead.”
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