CHAPTER 138

ZION

“What the fuck is your problem?” I snapped, rubbing my jaw where Harry’s fist was connected. My blood is still hot, still boiling, but I force myself to stay still, to rein it in.

Harry glares at me, chest heaving, fists still clenched like he’s debating whether to swing again.

“My p...

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