Chapter 35

  Maribel's POV

  Her hand was around my throat before I even got the door locked.

  "Miss me?" she hissed.

  My back slammed against the locker. Cold metal kissed my spine.

  The lights flickered in Chérie's apartment, if you could even call it that. Cracked walls. No curtains. A mattress on the fl...

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