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Chapter 11
11 FARRAH I woke up in front of the fireplace, a quiet fire sparking amid the cold. What the hell happened? Why was I back at the ranch? I frowned, my mind catching up. The gas station, the ambush, Wyatt. With a gasp, I shot to my feet. “Easy there,” a voice said. I turned around and found Ariella seated along the wall on the other side of the room. “You might still feel dizzy.” She grabbed a cookie from the plastic package in her hands. “Want one?” Dim light streamed through the window. It was already sunset, which meant, I had been passed out for hours. I stared at her, dumbfounded. “What did you do?” “I saved you.” She shoved the cookie in her mouth. “No, you doomed Wyatt.” Chewing, Ariella stood up. After she swallowed, she said, “If I hadn’t taken you, Wyatt would have been
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