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“What the hell?” I hiss at Zoe. “Calm down or Killian will know something is up.”
“If you and I don’t stop the fight that’s about to break out, he’ll know anyway,” Zoe snorts.
“Oh no,” I mumble as I grind on my teeth and ignore the pain in my foot to walk faster. “What happened?”
“A guy got handsy with Willow,” Zoe explains as we rush towards the recreational area. “And then his mate walked in and saw it. Now she’s piss*d and adamant to rip out Willow’s throat.”
I can hear a woman shouting threats at the top of her lungs long before I see the door. Anxiety clenches my heart. I hate that I cannot communicate with them. I know they will avoid a fight at all costs, but they will not stand still if that woman decides to throw a punch.
“Oh no,” Zoe whimpers when we step inside – just
