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Chapter 17
Isabelle heard the door chime again and she slowly turned her head to see who it was. She felt her skin crawl and the hair at the back of her nape stand on end. This was never a good indication of anything as far as Isabelle knew. Why did she feel that she was being watched? She clutched her bag and tucked her phone inside it. Her friends have not replied to her messages and it was getting more and more dangerous to hang around a public place for a long time. She had to keep moving and changing locations in order to be safe from getting spotted. She berated herself for panicking and not even gave a thought of disguising herself properly before storming out of Delnard's apartment. She was getting sloppy and stupid. No, I'm getting tired. She muttered to herself. The truth was that her
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