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Sophia nodded reluctantly. Kaylean's words weren't totally reassuring, considering she already had gotten in trouble once before for shoplifting. However, Kaylean then went on to suggest the possibility of an anonymous statement and that they were unlikely to ID her. That helped her to relax a bit, but she still couldn't shake the pit in her stomach. "I'd really rather stay as far from the cops as I can. If I get in trouble too much and get deported... I'm being sentenced to a date worse than death. I'll be on the other side of the fence, where they are." She shuddered at the very thought of being thrown into a room with all those creep

Natia only continued to giggle, feeling even more giddy with his lovely kiss and that pretty nickname for her. He flattered her. Arguably too much, yet Natia appreciated every bit of it. Her face was red in embarrassment all the same. She was well aware of her own flaws and limitations and yet Rowan always managed to turn even those into positives or to make her feel as if they were entirely insignificant. She subconsciously reached up to touch the part of her neck where Rowan had marked her before and frowned slightly when she recalled that the scar had completely healed by now, as if he'd never marked her as his. Still, her heart knew

Rose hesitated again before she stepped into the laundry room, terrified of what she might see in this place. Her imagination ran wild, imagining that the house was dark and foreboding. That Anhara was going to lead her down into a dark basement where she was going to be locked in a tiny room until she died. She was surprised when the laundry room was a little similar to the one she had at home. Although the provocative clothing would certainly not be seen in her laundry room as her family would never be caught dead wearing those things. She looked at the childish clothing in concern, really hoping that there wasn’t a child running around in