CHAPTER THIRTY - MARICELA

To say it’s tense is an understatement. I don’t know what to say. What to do. We’re in my bedroom. I’ve got nothing but what now feels like a flimsy bit of fabric covering me. Again.

Adriel stalks over to me and sits down beside me. He’s so big he takes up almost the entirety of the couch.

I star...

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