Chapter 87 CHAPTER 87

ANSEL'S POV 

"Don't go, Ansel," he whispered against his pillow, and I sighed. 

"Kendric, let go of my arm."

"No, stay," he insisted, and I tried to wriggle free. Surprisingly, he had quite the firm grip on my arm, and struggling any more than I already have would leave a bruise on my wrist, and I ...

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