Chapter 172 The Reflection of a Salvatore

He stepped around the broken table, around the spilled milkshake and shattered plates, and reached down — not for Caleb.

For Eliza.

His hand closed around her arm — not violently, not yanking, but firm. Unyielding. Final.

Eliza screamed. “Don’t touch me! What is wrong with you?!”

Her voice was s...

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