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CHAPTER 65 The Past Is Never Really The Past

Miguel's POV

The taste of whiskey lingers on my tongue, burning just enough to ground me. But it does nothing to stop the way my pulse thrums unsteadily beneath my skin.

I watch as Amelia disappears into the crowd, Bianca leading her toward the exit.

She's leaving.

Good.

She should.

I ...