Chapter 59 CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

“Shit,” he growled, flipping my wrists, and inspecting the marks and cuts on them. “You should’ve stayed still. Fuck!” He sprang out of bed to his tall chest of drawers, rummaging through at full tilt, searching for something. I had no idea what. But in double quick time, he was by my side, gingerly...

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