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Roxi to the Rescue
She can’t even see the person, not really, and so she jumps despite her fatigue and overall heat induced heaviness when Roxi shouts, “I swear to the Maker, Kayla! It’s like you think you’re invincible!” Quickly a wave of relief crashes into the anxiety that threatened to drown her, shoving it back, deep down into the depths of herself at the sound of her sister coming to her rescue. Roxi growled about everything, finding her like this, why she should be thankful for her, but most of all, her stupidity with her meds and whoever the f**k the Alpha was stalking around her truck while she was in it. “You’re not on anything,” she continued and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if Roxi’s mother had ever gone off on her the same way that she was exhibiting now. Not that it was bad or anyth
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