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Chapter Sixty-Seven

Noah.

I reached the garage to get my car when I saw Theo walk in. He looked heaves with scratch marks on his face, his hair tousled and clothes rumpled. 

"What happened? You look like you fought with a deranged cat" I asked, walking to the shelf to get my keys. 

Theo sighed, running his hand through his hair before sitting on a chair. "Nothing. I just had something to do"

"So why does it look like scratch marks on your face?" I asked suspiciously, Theo hardly got into any fights. And now he looked like someone was fighting against his hold.

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