Chapter 197: A distraction.

“What about the girl?”

I flicked my gaze to Ian, my eyes narrowing to slits. “What girl?”

He tilted his chin toward the door. “Her.” His lips curled as he said it, like her existence irritated him.

“Her,” I repeated, the word coming out sharp enough to draw blood.

“She’s a distraction, mate. A ...

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