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CHAPTER 54
But not for long.
The minute I run through the kitchen and through the back door, I hear him sprinting through the kitchen behind me. I'm screaming now like this is a horror movie, because this is.
When have I ever asked to be involved in this?
Guest house. Run to the guest house. That was the initial plan, and I follow through with it until I see a tall, bearded man blocking my way.
"That's her, Claude!" Sebastian informs him.
Asshole.
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