Chapter Eighteen
Chevelle
Knohl wraps the gait belt around my waist and pulls it snug enough that I can feel every bite of oatmeal I ate for breakfast reconsidering its choices. “Too tight,” I tell him.
He slides two fingers beneath the belt. “It needs to stay in place if we have to support you.”
“I have ribs.”
“Th...
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Chapters
1. Prologue
2. Chapter One
3. Chapter Two
4. Chapter Three
5. Chapter Four
6. Chapter Five
7. Chapter Six
8. Chapter Seven
9. Chapter Eight
10. Chapter Nine
11. Chapter Ten
12. Chapter Eleven
13. Chapter Twelve
14. Chapter Thirteen
15. Chapter Fourteen
16. Chapter Fifteen
17. Chapter Sixteen
18. Chapter Seventeen
19. Chapter Eighteen
20. Chapter Nineteen
21. Chapter Twenty
22. Chapter Twenty One
23. Chapter Twenty Two
24. Chapter Twenty Three
25. Chapter Twenty Four
26. Chapter Twenty Five
27. Chapter Twenty Six
28. Twenty Seven
29. Chapter Twenty Eight
30. Chapter Twenty Nine
31. Chapter Thirty
32. Chapter Thirty One
33. Chapter Thirty Two
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