Chapter 8 Where Was He Taking Her?

“Ow,” she said, her face colliding with his hard, muscular back. Was the guy made of steel or what?

“Focus, Raven. Are you okay?” he asked with concern, turning around and looking at her.

“Yeah, apart from a flat nose,” she mumbled under her breath. Thank God, Frank was cushiony. Ew, cushiony? Was i...

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