Chapter 35 ADRENALINE, SPILLED TEA, AND A NEAR-HEART ATTACK.

The interior of Adrian Vega's car was a sanctuary of black leather, air conditioning, and silence. A silence so thick you could practically chew it.

Whoooosh. I exhaled all the air I had been holding in since I stepped foot in his mother's glass conservatory. My body felt like I had just run a ma...

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