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Dermot’s little sister? Really? What a joke

The blond replied, “I thought she died”

Pain lashed through rasped for my hand under the table The words made me look at the blond now She was small, slender Petite And she would have been pretty if she wasn’t wearing such a pinched expression on her face My eyes flew to Michael He’d told this person about Dillon Who was she that she was ih to know about h?

His grihten “That was Dillon”

The naunshot, and I could feel my chest compress with panic Little black dots coveredto freak out in front of him

No way

I couldn’t

I ht as well rip openpieces of my heart

“I need to go” I stood, leaving Bailey no choice but to release my hand Eyes down, terrified to meet his, I marched by Michael Sullivan and his blond faster than I’d ever moved in my life

“Dahlia!” he called out as I hurried down the steps The exit seemed so far away

I heard Bailey’s voice and then the deep ru too much attention to them

I was out

The salty ocean air filledafter ht su sranules of ard sand that always made its way onto the boards from the beach

The light, war hair, and I ran as if the devil hi me all the way to my store

That panic, that terror, didn’t leave me until I’d locked the door behind n frohts Instead, I scurried into the back of the store to my workshop where the demons of the past tried to overwhelm me for the first time in years