Chapter 40 Taking A Dig At The Ice Queen

Memphis’s P.O.V

Anne-Marie stops in her tracks, holding a tray of drinks as her head snaps in our direction. She flinches at the sight of Russo marching toward her. 

My jaw tightens. “Russo?” I call, feeling the stares of everyone in this diner poking my neck.

Her eyes pop for half a second, h...

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