Chapter 32 CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: A FRONT FOR LIES.

ZARA

Michael grabbed my hand at once, and I began protesting, pulling my hand out of his grip as he tried to drag me off.

His grip wasn't just firm; it felt like fear and frustration, like he was trying to drag me from danger only he knew.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked, trying to s...

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