Chapter 3
Fe flakeyed in his eyes it bad for my hand age-
And then las votre Boted down from purs
“Harry, magħa I should just go home. I don’t want those to get the wrong dra
the squared at the top of the stairs, sew me, and gasped de amatically, covering her math w
terry rushed to explain. Menca hurt her ankle yesterday. I took her to get it checked out torbey–that’s why we be surely: they to stay in the guest room tonight”
te stared at me, waiting for me to explode.
I nodded. Tine, I’ll get a hotel. I’m not staying under the same roof as her.”
tarry froze. That wasn’t the reaction he expected
If you really don’t want he
I can take her”
efore he could
Marry
down the stairs, dutching her ankle and sobting
ping her up and carrying her back to her room.
se and headed for the door, Harry was back in the
my hand like he was afraid to let go.
es deepened.
Bianca calling, for him from upstairs, he said, “Tom
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