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CHAPTER 22

Irish's POV

I sit in class, staring at the open textbook in front of me, but I don't see the words. The letters blur together, meaningless shapes on the page. My fingers grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning pale. My mind isn't here. It's on her. It's on Ava.

She had refused to let me...