Chapter 72. Shatter-Point

Her blue hatchback was angled at the exit like a sentry post. She leaned against the hood—aviators, loose gray hoodie, one ankle crossed over the other—but the set of her shoulders gave her away. Arms folded tight, jaw rigid, a single pulse ticking above her collarbone. Angry wasn’t even the word; s...

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