The sound of his chuckles echoed along the corridor, and I made my way back into the cell now that the initial flames had died down to a less eyebrow singeing level. I poked a marshmallow on the end of a dagger and toasted it over Chase’s burning body, then snapped a selfie to send to the guys. Their response was instant and unanimous. We love you. Come home. I smiled, because I could. I could finally go home, totally free of my demons, and into the arms of the men who loved me for me. Chase Lockhart’s hand had been wrapped around my throat for so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like to
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