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Thirty-Five: Greyson

She was still here. Still touching me. Still with me. Still mine.

I had been terrified that when she found out I had gone after Ethan, she wouldn't want anything to do with me, but she didn't seem to mind. Sloan actually seemed happy about it, like I had delivered her a bouquet of roses instead of a beaten and bloody body.

I don't know how I had gotten so lucky to find her, but I was determined to hold onto her. If anything, maybe she could keep me sane while the rest of the town seemed to be going mad.

They were still walking around like they had been abducted and replaced by clones… really fucking happy clones.

Freya was even happier than before and practically bounced out of the house to give Sloane and me privacy when I told her Sloane was on her way.

I didn't even need to ask her to leave. She skipped out the door in a hurry and presumably went to her secret boyfriend's house.

It was weird.

Yet, I was strangely happy, too, but I knew my happiness was because of Sloane. I was almos
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Kelly Dean
Could it have been Grey’s uncle killing people and that’s why her dad didn’t help out? Her dad wanted to get even?
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