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rabbed his bag. "Coach w

ll shaking. Sebastian knew. Six years of hiding, a

ck, careful not to run into him. Not seeing

unlocked the door, went inside, locked it, then checke

yed, yes. Angry, constantly. Afraid-no. Tonight

in the mirror: dark hair, freckles, pale skin. Nothing abo

ressants. I took one, then stopped with my hand still shaking. I'd already taken an extra a

self. They'd worked for six years. They'd gotten me through every medical and every phy

night, and sponsors that would walk the second they found out. I'd known all of it when I start

ng would

ace came back, the look when he sme

I muttered. I

ed with an un

lock your d

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hings ge

ho'd called me that tonight. But the messages didn't feel like him

ped

is t

ing

. Nothing looked out of place. The windows and doors wer

ng Coach wasn't an option either. What would I even say?

wrong. The suppressants were workin

an the

stian got close. I didn't under

ding didn't feel l

with my heart pounding

ph

The door was still locked. I went to

sat across

topped for

astian was looking straight at my win

know where I lived? I'd n

in, this time from

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commissioner g

file. Someone knew. And Sebastian was

p again-his nu

nstairs,

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on I trusted least was the only one standing b

y jacket, t

ow did he know the

dlights

uzzed one

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at the locked door, and I wa