“Did you take Presley?” Mavis’s expression changed. “We saw her sleeping in her room. She was so peaceful, like she hadn’t just tried to leave you stranded. So Duke wrapped his fist around all the pretty blonde hair, and we yanked her out her window. No one keeps their windows locked in this town.” “Chicago,” I said, recognizing the voice. The same one that had come to Catherine’s bedroom door and tried to come in. “That’s Willow.” “Where is she?” Catherine asked. Her body was stiff, waiting for the answer. “No one came for her.” Willow smirked. “I don’t know what happened. But I know Duke
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….. no…… that’s so sad omg.
