No.
My cries died in my throat. Not Jacob.
Never.
I pressed my lips together and felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. The door opened and I didn’t hear Matt coming after us. I didn’t hear anything but my blood pounding in my ears. I’d known something bad was going to happen tonight. I knew happiness was fleeting. I knew I was bad luck.
“Good girl,” the guy whispered. “I’m definitely keeping you.”
Nunca.
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