Chapter 197 Morality and mind twist

I stared at his broad, retreating back, still rooted to the spot he left me.

“Hale,”

“Please, fairy. Go home.”

“No,” I said loudly, fed up with all of them at this point. I walked forward and picked my purse off the floor, the ache in my chest, an ugly, physical thing.

I stepped into his bathroo...

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