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Everly POV Tears of frustration streak down my face as I storm away from him. Zoe and Macey stand there waiting, but I am too upset to speak to anyone. I want to run into my office and shut the door. Both of them follow me inside, Macey clutching a piece of paper in her hand. "You ok?" Macey asks and I nod. However, I feel anything but ok. That was Valarie's car. I know it was silly, but it was hers, just like everything of hers I kept down in the storage lockers. I couldn't bring myself to throw anything away. "We will get it back," Zoe offers and I shake my head. "He had it crushed when I refused to let him mark me." "Asshole, I'm sorry Everly," Macey curses and I sniffle. It wasn’t their fault. Macey clears her throat and I glance at her resting on the edge of my desk as I use a ti