CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE : ADMITTED

“What?” Killian asked confused.

“Ethan is dying, Plesse come,” I cried into the phone.

Knowing I could not waste any more time, I ended the call, slipping my phone back into my pocket as I moved.

Ethan felt too heavy on my shoulders.

Heavier than he had ever been.

And with every step I took, mo...

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