Chapter 13 Percy Duarte

Margot's POV

I was already moving before Imogen's heels had faded down the hall.

I grabbed my coat, my bag, my phone, not entirely sure where I was going, only that sitting still in that room a second longer was going to make me scream. A mechanic. Silenced, or pressured, or paid off, I didn't kno...

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