Chapter 12 Lord of the Puck 11

Bree

It wasn’t Dean.

It wasn’t fucking Dean. 

“Stop.” Tugging on my hand, he pulled me into the shadows between the windows. Pressing me against the cold brick and trapping me there with his hands on either side of my head.

“You have leaves in your hair.” He plucked them individually. “I wish yo...

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