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Chapter Sixteen
SIXTEEN
‘’ Don’t move,’’ he says.
Hearing that voice makes me automatically move and turn around. ‘’What the fuck!’’
He lowers his eyes and puts his knife back in his boots. I also return mine to my belt holder and veil it with my shirt then pick my food from the ground.
‘’ Dwayne, why are you following me?’’
Now, he readjusts his stance. ‘’This is not the way back to the house.’’
‘’ What?’’ I ask, blinking rapidly. ‘’ I am not allowed to have a personal business?’’
Dwayne scoffs. "I really don't understand the game you are playing, Imani. If that's even your name, but whatever you do, do not touch Zuri."
I roll my eyes with my head. " You have said that be
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