Chapter 8 SUSPICION

VELORA

“Whoa!” The person rushes toward me, but I react before he can get close. I lunge for the bed and scramble across it, clutching my towel tightly around my still-damp body. My heart is hammering so hard I can barely hear anything else.

“Dammit!” he mutters, trying to get around the bed. I don'...

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