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James where are you?

Author: Love write
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-17 18:44:20

She’d fucked up, good and proper. Wolves, people, had died because of her, and she’d lost Xavier’s trust.

He’d left her in the lift. Just walked away, leaving her to trail after him, but it was no good. He’d shut the en-suite door on her as he’d showered. When he’d dressed, he’d thrown a keycard on the bed.

“So you don’t play any more games with my people. Damien blames himself, you know? One of the dead wolves was his nephew.”

Misery clogged her throat as she stood by the door, arms wrapped around her waist. As if it couldn’t get any worse, now she had a face to put to those who mourned. When Xavier left, she dragged herself through the motions of showering and dressing. Stretchy, comfortable clothes with her hair dragged up into a messy bun. She didn’t plan on going anywhere but the sofa, after a trip to the kitchen to raid the freezer for ice-cream. Rocky road, chocolate, hell, plain old vanilla would do. She needed something sweet to gorge on before the tears collected in a lump
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