Chapter 23 Raising the Stakes

Mia’s POV

"Oh God, Sullivan. You're not going back across the hall, so stop staring at the front door," Damon said, dropping a clean gray t-shirt onto the foot of his bed.

I pulled my gaze away from the peephole of Apartment 4A and turned around. "I just need my sketchbook and my toothbrush. They'...

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