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Chapter Forty-One: Lethal Dose
Josiah I had been inside the Prosperity Springs Police Station on many occasions, but I’d never seen it from this side of the bars. Chris threw me into a temporary holding cell designed especially for werewolf denizens, with silver-plated bars and double-thick walls. The only other occupant in the cell was some snot-nosed kid who had been caught trying to shop-lift some beer from a convenience store. The only furnishing in the room was a long bench across the back wall, so I went and sank onto that, leaning my elbows on my knees so that I could hold my head in my hands. I didn’t really give a f**k that I’d been arrested, all I wanted to know was if Olivia was okay. Chris had followed every procedure perfectly by the book, including my right to make a phone call. I had been tempted t
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