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MY GUT clenched. That son of a bitch hurt Arella and messed up her head. Now she left angry and possibly wouldn’t talk to me again. What the fuck was I thinking? I dialed Brett immediately. Gladly, he picked up like he was expecting my call. “Yep?”

“I want Arella’s number,” I quickly said what I wanted.

“Why?”

I groaned, “I thought you need my help. I need it now, Rogue.”

I ended the call after he agreed. I waited for him to send his sister’s number. After a few minutes of agony, I took a deep breath, trying to come up with a better idea of how to...