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Chapter 6 SIX

Word Count: 1179    |    Released on: 16/07/2026

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Liv. You looked like you had ju

sound deep and guttural enough to cause a few of the s

on. I couldn't help the cold chill tha

I stated, crossing my arms over my ch

while giving out another burst of laug

s unsettled. There was a darkness in the lines she recited. "Why

r, and her tone softened. "So the deal is...Well, I a

When did you

ach other again," she finished in a w

y sound "And you wait

it wasn't on purpose," she said, r

ading in the direction of the double oak doors. They seemed a world aw

ked her heels on the hardwood floor. "Liv! Stop! I haven't told y

Ryan around, you will

me in my tracks. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said in class, okay? I was just rehearsing a

felt the anger drain out of me and replaced with

ing at my watch. "I've got

searching mine. "Alright then. Ryan is o

fine. I can

ut to rain." She mo

rcent, Roxy. Go

y facility. I stepped inside the elevator that took me directly to the High Flyers wing, a gl

, already preparing my explanations for why I was late, when all o

rashed against a thick ba

ing back so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, my h

e an inch. He simply stepped into the elevator, the scent of expensive cologne trailled af

didn't see you there. I apo

low voice cut through my st

entirely, his gaze fix

t in the farthest corner of the leather seat as possible,

e headed? I thought. Is

ont of a huge wrought iron gate, which squeaked open

in the direction of a building t

ce of glass a

th stop, and I was imm

would take a century of generations to accumulate. The floors were so po

with terrifying precision. Nothing was out of place. It was

s voice echoed in the foyer as he

orridor. I was beyond fascinated, my eyes traced th

when I

t, rou

heavy drapes. I stopped in my tracks. Maybe it's the wind? I hoped.

ed like a small play area tucked behind a grand staircase. B

, my heart soft

He was curled into a ball, clutching a wor

ispered, keeping my voi

mine. He looked st

who expected to be scolded for breathing too loudly

have foun

arly giving out. I looked up to see Mr.

ie was loosened as if he had been running. But it was h

ring, volatile anger that felt directed at the entir

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