Chapter 55 That's Not What I Meant

Asthon

"Nova, where the hell are you taking me?" I growled, my boots skidding past the heavy equipment lockers.

She didn't say a single word while her fingers clamped around my right wrist like an iron vise, forcing my 6'3" frame down the concrete path.

"Nova, stop," I muttered, digging my cleats...

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