Chapter 7 SORRY, I'M LATE

A LOAD OF WATER

TAYLOR’S POINT OF VIEW

The closer we got to the backyard, the louder the music became. Bass thundered through the sprawling estate, shaking the ground beneath my heels as bursts of laughter echoed across the lawn. 

Rowan was many things: a liar, a degenerate, a stupid rich boy with a...

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