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Chapter Twenty Seven
Rowan: Whoever chased us had slipped away with our entry into the Kingdom. My blood was boiling with anger as I realized I had been right all along... Jacob had something to do with this. I still wouldn’t slow down, fearful that whoever it had been was still behind us and I had just lost them for the moment. I tore into the driveway of the pack house, squealing the tires to a stop. Gatlin puked all over the backseat of Bain’s car, and as the two of them argued about it, I stepped out of the car, looking in the direction we had just come in. I twirled the stone as the sounds of Saint’s footsteps ran to us. “Show me. Show me who this was.” I looked through the stone in anger as a shimmering picture of Jacob slamming his phone onto his desk erupted in the purple hues of the stone. “Son
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