Page 69 of Axe
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Fuck!
She was talking about Allison.
Cut?
Everything slid into place as my brain spun with what Ethel had said.
“No,” I said my voice shaking as much as my hands.
“Go,” Reagan called as if she understood everything. “Fucking move your feet, Axe. Go!”
My sneakers squeaked on the cheap tiles as I spun and headed for the door. My shoulder clipped Loch’s as I flew out of the room.
No.
I promised I could protect her.
I vowed I would keep them safe.
