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Gatlin and Bain landed with Rowan tucked tightly at Gatlin’s back. When the representative found out we had been right, she bailed. She had thought not only were we full of s.h.i.t about Rowan being the holy one, but she also thought we were full of s.h.i.t about Jacob having her.
“We have her. Where is the court? Jacob is mine when they decide his fate. As her warrior, I get the right to decimate his p***y ass. Look what they’ve done to her.” Gatlin yelled softly so as not to wake her. I looked behind his back to see if he was right. Her face was swollen, her hair was matted with blood and dirt, and her neck, wrists, feet, and other random spots had been burned. Her body, though tattooed, was marked with his random acts of violence against her, and like Gatlin, I wanted my turn w
