Hot Body 30
Nyla The second I ended the call with Ezekiel, I didn’t even think twice. I was out of my room before the screen had even gone dark, my heart hammering against my ribs, barely registering the sound of Garrett’s voice rising from somewhere in the living room behind me. “Nyla! Where are you going? Nyla!” I ignored him completely. His voice faded behind me like background noise I didn’t have the capacity to process right now. All I could think about, all I could see every time I blinked, was Ezekiel. Stabbed. Hurt. Lying in a hospital bed just hours ago. The image had planted itself firmly in my mind and refused to budge no matter how many times I tried to push it aside. I needed to see him. I needed to see with my own eyes that he was actually okay and not just saying so to keep me calm.
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