Chapter 27 MIDNIGHT

OLIVE’S P.O.V

His gaze softened. I recognised the look of pity creeping into his eyes.

“Don’t,” I warned.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t start feeling sorry for me. This isn’t the time or the place,” I added. “We have far bigger things to worry about right now.”

He nodded, conceding the point. “Fair enough. T...

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