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"HARLOW, GET AWAY FROM HIM?" Her mother's voice was like a ringing of a warning in her ears, a direct instruction or else. "Move. Away. From. Him. NOW."
"No." Her mother's tone indicated so much foreseeable threat; however, when Harlow's eyes shifted from her mother to the man who laid half-dead on her bedroom floor, she couldn't. It was simple. Her feet were rooted to the ground as Michael's blood-soaked her hands. Murderer or not, he was her Mate and just like he hadn't let her die in those woods, he had abandoned her; she couldn't either. "Mom, please," she begged with pleading eyes. "He needs our help."
Harlow couldn't help but notice the harshness within her own mother's eyes. They were dark, and it was obvious how she felt about Michael; the hate radiated off her in thunderous waves crashing against the shore. "Harlow, he's a murderer."
"He's my Mate." Micheal deserved everything he got in this mo
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