Tyler moves toward me, almost caging me against the brick siding of the building. He’s shouting now; sympathetic looks shoot my way from a few of his friends, but none of them stop him. No one bothers to intervene. “Fucking pathetic, Ro. Honestly—” “Do you mind?” The voice that stops him is gruff, but with a sickeningly smooth quality threaded in the deep tone. And the man it belongs to, now grasping Tyler’s shoulder tightly where he was starting to box me into the corner, is more terrifying. He’s massive, tall even to me, with warm russet skin and black hair dripping wet. A player, I assume,
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