Chapter 52 The Ones They Sell

LONDON'S POV

The note haunted me. By morning, the curiosity I felt last night had morphed into something heavier: guilt. She had asked me to meet her, and I’d let the others talk me out of it. Now, I couldn't stop wondering if she was even okay.

"I think I should check on her," I said, perching on...

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