Chapter 206

  SKYE'S POV

  I thrashed. I kicked. I bit down on the hand over my mouth‚ tasting leather and sweat‚ but the grip didn't loosen. They dragged me toward the van so fast my nails scraped uselessly against the arm holding me.

  I caught a glimpse of Mr. Phillips' door flying open as he lunged out of t...

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