Chapter 26 THAT'S NOT FRENCH KISSING

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.

I don’t need Tara to tell me twice. The second the crowd surged toward the peacock and the chaos she and Ernesto caused, I spun around and sprinted into the hedge maze, nearly colliding with a little boy holding cotton candy.

“Sorry!” I yelled without looking back. I needed t...

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