EIGHT
CHAPTER 8
Just like he had said, Nic was there.
Sharp at eight.
The doorbell rang with the precision of a war drum, and Isabelle froze mid-breath.
She hadn't slept.Not even for a second.
The dread of what was coming had kept her awake, its claws curling around her chest all night. Every ticking m...
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3. TWO
4. THREE
5. FOUR
6. FIVE
7. SIX
8. SEVEN
9. EIGHT
10. NINE
11. TEN
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14. THIRTEEN
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16. FIFTEEN
17. SIXTEEN
18. SEVENTEEN
19. EIGHTEEN
20. NINETEEN
21. TWENTY
22. TWENTY ONE
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24. TWENTY THREE
25. TWENTY FOUR
26. TWENTY FIVE
27. TWENTY SIX
28. TWENTY SEVEN
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