writtenbysalem
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- Partes 1
"We were just... you know. Talking," Mitchel stammered.
"Yeah," Clint said, voice cold. "Talking."
"Talking about what, exactly?" Christian added, equally venomous.
Silence. Then Angeline spoke. "Getting back together."
Christian dragged a hand down his face. "Wow."
Clint gave a humorless chuckle. "The fuck."
I glanced at Andi-her eyes glassy, lips trembling. And I felt it.
Rage.
Rage at myself-for giving her hope.
Rage at Mitchel-for going back to the psychopath who tried to kill him.
This wasn't just messy.
It was a fucking storm.
And we were all standing in the middle of it.