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Chapter 145

Alison’s POV

The door to Fig’s office slams shut, like the sound of a gunshot in the suffocating silence, trapping me in this dimly lit cage with him.

My cheek throbs, blood crusting from Rita’s nails, my blazer torn, my skirt damp with quad slush, but my body hums, alive with rage and defiance.

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