Chapter 87

Gianna leaned in, shaking his shoulder. "Jack! Wake up."

He groaned, eyelids fluttering, but didn't fully stir open.

"Come on, don't do this to me," she muttered, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. He reeked. "What have you done to yourself?!"

Rain dripped into the car, pattering...

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