Chapter 150 COME OR SHE DIES.

ETHAN.

Denise crossed the room in three strides. She took my wrist in both hands and turned it palm up, inspecting the damage. She didn't say anything. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped my hand tightly, holding it there. When I tried to pull away, she held on harder.

"Look at me," sh...

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