gged their injured leader and sprinted out of the par
mpty asphalt. The metallic s
out a wild whoop and ran toward Das
eavy bag, using it as a shield. Cody slam
"That roundhouse kick! Did you secretly
d him. Her e
, rhythmic sound. A soft sniffle. It was coming from t
bag and moved silently toward the vehicle, h
s mouth, terrified that ano
and peered behind th
maybe seven years old. He wore a pristine, tailored
nsole to his chest. Tears streamed down his chubby
nished. She let out a slow breath, re
. The console slipped from his hands
ee, bringing her eyes level with
nd picked up the console. The screen showed a
r. Within ten seconds, the boss exploded
e console bac
he softened her raspy voice, making it
up at Dasia's sharp, handsome face. The fear in
, wiping his nose with his expensive sleeve. "You
action of a second at the ment
said. "Go home. I
ed to wa
lamped down on the f
Landon was gripping her clothe
er went to get coffee and I wandered off. Can you take me
back, mouthing, No! Don't go over there! The e
dden memory hit her-her brother Gerald, crying in
r chest. The ice around her
ia sighed.
lf to her side, his small shou
Cody. "Go home.
r argument. Cody nodded
the massive iron gates of the elite academy. The
about how amazing his older brother was
her pockets, offering on
sports car sped around the c
collar and yanked him hard against her side, shi
of laundry detergent. He looked up at Dasia's sharp jawline, comp
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