Chapter Thirteen

I close my eyes in regret. “Go away, Dylan.”

“You have a date with Julian Easton? Bull fucking shit,” he scoffs, walking over and standing between us.

“It’s none of your business, so like she said, go away,” snaps Áine.

“I wasn’t talking to you lard-ass,” he says snidely, the instant hurt filling...

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