Chapter 42 WESTON

WESTON’S POV.

Elliot froze next to me, and I stared between him and the boy who’d joined us.

He stepped forward, and Elliot staggered back, falling into me like he was being chased. Confusion furrowed my brows, and I let myself really take in the stranger.

He was tall and stocky, nearly as tall ...

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