Chapter 7 I'M A DRUGGIE.

THANE’S POV:

I couldn’t even work my jaw where the punch had landed. My neck throbbed. My spine screamed. And all I could do was lie there, blinking up at the ceiling like some defenseless invalid.

"Has my father lost his damn mind?"

My mother lurched forward from the foot of the bed. “Harold—!”

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