Chapter 22 CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

LUCAS HALE:

SETH-FUCKING-DRAVEN. The first thing I felt, just by looking at him, was the throb of my wrist, pocketed into my varsity jacket. A reminder of the last time we’d had a confrontation. The bottle of liquor dropped from his hands and shattered at Madeline’s feet, but she was fast enough to...

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