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Chapter 23
“Come here.” Drake grabbed a fist of her hair and pulled her to the centre of the room. Every follicle cried out in pain as he shoved her head to meet the carpet. “Stay.”
Dailey obeyed but lifted her head an inch to observe him. He appeared angry, but what she had done to anger him was a mystery. It could be something to do with the incident at the party. Maybe someone had told him, and he was pissed that she hadn't thought to fill him in on the situation.
She considered saying something but didn't want to get the others into trouble and make them hate her even more if it wasn't the case.
'I'll wait to see what he says,' she decided, watching as he ripped off pieces of masking tape with a confused frown. It wouldn't work as a binding, being so flimsy and easy to tear.
Her confusion deepened as he began to place strips of tape along the carpet, eventually forming
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