Chapter 25 Twenty Five

IVY POV

“Water,” he said hoarsely.

I jumped up right away, grabbed a bottle from the table, and twisted the cap open. My hands were shaking a little as I brought it to him.

He took a few slow sips, then frowned. “Fuck… I hate drugs.”

I huffed softly. “They’ll make you better.”

He looked at me t...

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