Chapter 22 The Open Door

Corinna's pov

Grant’s whispered words replayed in my head while I lay awake in Zoltán’s bed.

The seed is planted. Now we wait for the harvest.

Keep the photographs close.

She will come to it herself. She always does when the boy is involved.

Zoltán’s arm was heavy across my waist. He was not asle...

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