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Chapter Twenty Three
I found my mates in the underground garage, turned into a nice little torture room, if I said so myself. I stepped into the room, smiling at Xavier and Dane as they raised their heads at me, standing over a very bloody and beaten Damien. Theo leaned against the rack of weapons, his arms and ankles crossed with a bored look on his face. His eyes scanned my body, as if checking to see if Gabriel had hurt me. I moved my hair, letting him see me unscathed. He gave a cocky smirk over my shoulder, directing it at Gabriel. Almost as if to say weak. My mates shared the same smirk at Gabriel, who didn't seem to care, taking at seat on the computer desk in the corner across from Theo, beside Dane as he stepped away from Damien. Xavier grabbed a fist full of his hair when I turned to h
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