Chapter 9 SECRETS

OWAIN LUTHER

I staggered away from Malcom, my fingers threading through my hair in frustration.

Malcom wouldn’t lift his head, guilt branded on his face, not because Yasmin caught us mid-fight, but because Karima just witnessed it all.

I strolled up to Yasmin, draping an arm around her waist. “Yasmi...

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