Chapter 95 CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

ROBIN’S POV

He gathered himself, zipped his flap and buckled his belt. I could see him, in my blurry vision as he stood over me in my trembling state, weaving a hand through his hair. Had he seen sense?

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grated, bending over to collect me from the floor. I flinched...

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