Page 205 of Playing Dirty

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I guided her out of the crowd without another word.

ROWAN

The second we stepped away from the music—

everything crashed back properly.

Air.

Noise.

Thoughts.

Mason was still near the railing.

Still pretending he wasn’t watching.

Luca handed me water this time instead of alcohol.

“That looked intense,” he said casually.

“What did.”

He gave me a look.

“You know exactly what.”

I looked down at the bottle in my hand.

Didn’t answer.

Because for the first time tonight—

I wasn’t sure I actually could.

Thirty Three

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

MASON

I should’ve left already.

That thought had been circling my head for the last twenty minutes.

And yet—

I was still here.

Still near the railing.

Still pretending I wasn’t tracking Rowan every time she shifted across the rooftop.

Jace bumped my shoulder lightly.

“You know what your problem is?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

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