Chapter 125 Hundred and thirty

“Ryder, stop,” Sienna whispered, her voice sharp and low as she tightened her grip on his hand. “Someone’s there.”

“I know,” he murmured without turning, his body going rigid as the faintest shift of air brushed past them like a warning. “Stay behind me.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“You are tonight.” H...

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