Chapter 7 THANKFULLY WE DON’T RUN A DEMOCRACY

Ryder

Something was burning.

And Isla was standing in the kitchen, staring into empty space.

I’d to physically move her out of the way so I could turn off the stove.

I stared at the black lump that was supposed to be dinner and then at her.

“Oh,” her voice was hollow even as she tried to crack ...

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