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Maybe you should come stay with me again. Get away from that… heathen—” I snort, which then turns into a full-out laugh. Something about my mother calling Zade a heathen is just… well, funny. True, but funny. My mother is gaping at me as if I’ve told her I’m shaving my head bald and going to live the rest of my life in a van and smoking hookah. Doesn’t sound so bad, actually. Except maybe the going bald part. I bite my lip to hold in the laughter, grinning while she only grows more ruffled. “I don’t see how shacking up with a criminal is funny,” she mutters, turning away with an affronted look on her face. “What if I’m the criminal?” I question. She sighs. “Adeline, if he has coerced you to do something…
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H.D. Carlton (Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2))