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I run towards Trace and throw myself into his arms, my back turned to Mr Z. “He is up to something,” I whisper. He buries his head into my hair, pulling me closer. “I know, just play along. This will all be over soon.”
G.O.D.S: Gifted. Obedient. Deadly. Students. (G.O.D.S, #1)
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