Chapter 8 8.
"You're really not going to tell me how you got these injuries?" Blair asked.
She dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball over the scraped skin of his knuckles. He didn't so much as flinch. Maybe he was used to pain. Once the alcohol dried, she spread a layer of ointment over the raw skin.
"No." Seei...
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2. Chapter 2 2.
3. Chapter 3 3.
4. Chapter 4 4.
5. Chapter 5 5.
6. Chapter 6 6.
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8. Chapter 8 8.
9. Chapter 9 9.
10. Chapter 10 10.
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13. Chapter 13 13.
14. Chapter 14 14.
15. Chapter 15 15.
16. Chapter 16 16.
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