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Chapter Thirty-Five
Byron Nothing to see here. Just three buck-naked and bleeding people walking nonchalantly back to their car in the parking lot of a seedy hotel. A couple of people looked our way and stared for a moment, and then shrugged and continued about their business. Wyatt and I did our best to use our own bodies to shield Bella from their curious stares. They probably assumed we were high on drugs or drunk. Wyatt and I usually kept a couple of changes of clothes in the back of the vehicle. We pulled on the sweats and gave the shirts to Bella. She pulled one over her head, and wrapped the other around her waist like skirt. At least somewhat decent, we piled back into the SUV and started the drive for home. Wyatt was behind the wheel, so I took the back seat with Bella. I’m not going to li
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