Chapter 78

Wolfe's POV:

Shit.

The realization was a physical blow, a cold knot tightening in my gut.

My fist clenched, nails biting into my palm, before I dragged a hand down my face in a slow, weary scrape.

What in God's name had I been thinking?

I paced the length of his shabby room, the worn flo...

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