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37. ISABELLE
She had no idea how long he carried her, she may have even dozed off at one point because her next memory was jerking awake to Tate’s sharp voice. “Where the hell was she?” he demanded. “Easy,” Jace replied, his voice steady. “She just got a little turned around, she’s fine.” “Isabelle?” Tate asked, his voice rising. “Are you all right?” “I said she’s fine. I just wanted you to see she was OK, so you didn’t worry but I’m going to take her home now.” “So I didn’t worry?” Tate repeated slowly. “Well, yeah,” Jace replied. “I figured you weren’t going to get any peace of mind until you had proof she was safe.” There was a long pause from Tate, so long that Isabelle wasn’t even sure if he was still standing there until she felt his hands try and slide under her back and legs. “I’ll take
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