Chapter 15 Give Them The Land

Lyra

I stared at Owen, disgust etched across my face.

“I’m not in love,” I scoffed. “How can I be in love with someone I don’t even know? And he’s a fugitive, for crying out loud.”

One of Owen’s sleek eyebrows lifted. “That didn’t stop you from taking his shirt off.”

“In my defense, I was ...

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