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22. Broken souls...and noses
The sound of chairs clattering to the floor broke me from my thoughts. I turned around quickly to see Wes and Liam nose to nose. Testosterone filled the cafeteria and I was nervous that Wes could seriously injure Liam. They appeared to be evenly matched, but Liam was no werewolf. Bailey looked more amused by the situation than concerned. She had a smirk playing on her lips. “Keep your hands off of B,” Liam warned. “Or what? It's a shame you didn't know what you had until it was gone,” Wes spat in his face. I watched in slow motion as Bailey came up to add her two cents, but Liam had already started swinging. It was too late for him to slow down and his fist met Bailey’s face, knocking her backwards. My eyes widened as I rushed over, but Bailey was back on her feet faster than I
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