Chapter 7 I'm not a puck bunny

Tegan

The click of the door latch echoed like a gunshot in the sudden, cavernous silence. The air, previously thick with the scent of old coffee and nervous sweat, now felt charged, suffocating. It was just the two of us. Him, a monolith of cold intent in his chair. Me, standing on shaking legs, my...

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