AERILYN'S POV
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I stare up at Blaze, baffled that he's listening to me. The sudden vibration mixed with a continuing beep coming from my bag makes me tense.
I glance at Ryan when his phone starts to ding and then I look at Blaze horrified when his starts too.
I could feel the blood draining from my face when I look around, noticing all the people staring at me, not at Blaze or Ryan who was about to fight, no...
Me.
Their whispers is like an echoing bell as I try to listen what they're saying, but every voice combined turns into a mush as the words fall over each other.
Blaze whips out his phone, his eyes slowly widening in shock and terror flashes through them, "Is this you?" Ryan shows me his phone, and it's a picture of me in lingerie, twisting myself around a pole.
No, no, no!
