Chapter 64: An Audience While We Fuck

Lyra's POV

Through the floor-to-ceiling window of the car, I saw him standing in the rain.

Vern.

Soaked through, motionless, his gaze still locked onto our vehicle as it pulled away. There was something wrecked about the way he stood there — something that made my mind go briefly, dangerously bla...

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