“Where’s Rosalie tonight?” I asked Dante, not having seen his cousin at all. Dante’s eyes darkened as he looked my way. “In Darkmore Penitentiary.” “What?” I gasped as Tory appeared from the crowd, a dress strap slipping down one shoulder and a big ass smile on her face as she led Darius after her by the hand. Geraldine dove on her, pushing the strap back into place and Tory waved her off. “Why do you look like someone just tit punched you?” Tory asked me, her smile falling. “Dante said Rosalie’s in Darkmore,” I explained. “It just happened yesterday, in fact,” Dante said heavily. “Then we’ll
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