Chapter 32 Confused

Island’s POV

“We need to talk.”

Zane stared at me from the couch for a few seconds, his expression unreadable.

I knew exactly what was on his mind.

“The envelopes,” I said, breaking the silence.

His jaw tightened slightly as he looked away.

“Yes. The envelopes.”

I folded my arms across my ...

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