Chapter Fifty Nine

Chad’s Final Warning

His fingers twitched.

His voice was scarcely more than a whisper.

“Don’t.”

I froze.

Looked down.

His blue eyes—so fucking stubborn—were trained on mine.

Even now.

Even while dying.

“You don’t know what you’re sacrificing,” he said, murmuring.

I clenched my jaw.

“I don’t care.”

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