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It was e, of course Because even if there were a e would still have been sent … and the collision would still be occurring

Even more to the point, if by some horrible fate the ht to rob the little girl of her blood relatives

"I can’t do this" She covered her ed her close and she clung to her friend There were no words spoken, because what could be said? This al parental figure coe is there," she said suddenly as she jerked back "Oh, God … Rhage … is at the Audience House"

That’s why he wasn’t answering the phone The uncle or whatever had shown up at the Audience House

Mary broke into a run for the stairs, her for a rush to the descent

As she hit the front door with Marissa now racing behind her, her tears were flowing fast, streaking off her face She didn’t pay the of the cold, or the fact that her purse was slapping against her hip, or that she had her phone locked in a death grip in her other hand

Z was right by Rhage’s GTO, his skull-tri in the darkness like a destination

He opened the passenger door for her, and when she jumped in and couldn’t work the seat belt, he reached inside, even though he hated being close to people, and clicked the tab into place A split second later, he was behind the wheel and roaring the engine to life

The tires skidded out on the paveine fishtailing the rear end before rubber tread found purchase and they exploded forward

As they sped off, Mary was panting, panting so hard, panting--until she was dizzy and had to lean forward and brace her hands against the dashboard

Even though they had had Bitty for such a short tiirl was like a part of Mary’s body, and not an aran you couldn’t live without The heart The brain The soul Only in this case, no transplants

God, she couldn’t do this--

Zsadist covered her hand with one of his, and stayed like that, relinquishing his hold only when he had to shift And the sense of his strength was the only thing that kept her fro out loud until she shattered the windshield in front of her

She was going to reically

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"Z’s bringing her in," souely aware that he was in Darius’s kitchen, sitting at a table that was big enough to handle eight or maybe ten people, but had only one at it

One rocked and shocked, braced-for-disaster, sorry son of a bitch