Chapter 8 The Stray

CHLOE’S POV:

I stood frozen in the open threshold of the double doors, my fingers white-knuckled around the handle of my heavy suitcase.

​I expected a high-security mafia fortress. A lockdown even.

​But instead, I had walked straight into a frat party on steroids.

​In the center of the cavernous...

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