Chapter 59 Fallen God 14

Lola

“I…” Pausing in the doorway, I surveyed the mess in front of me. Bits of paper were scattered all over the coffee table, half empty coffee cups sat on Elodie's cream carpet. Dion was scribbling something on a stack of papers as Tate strummed a guitar on his lap.

Neither man looked up, so I ha...

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