“Maddison.” I press my lips together, the sound of his voice sending shivers of memories down my hunched spine. When I don’t look up, Axel crouches down, one knee on the ground. “Maddison Faye Richards, you can come with me willingly or I can haul you out of here like the brat you are.” His fingers snag a lock of loose hair, letting the curl twist around his finger before he gives it a gentle tug. He’s here. He’s here and he’s right in front of me. And I don’t know why. A heavy exhale feathers across my skin, “Alright.” His tone is so final, it makes the last pieces of my heart whimper in
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