Chapter Thirty-One
Kyle She shook against him, but at least she'd stopped crying. Paul held Ashton down with a knee against his chest, after giving him a good few thumps and a swift kick to the ribs to subdue him. Kyle couldn't look away from him, knowing what he'd done, what he'd tried to do; he knew full well that if Maggie were not there, Ashton would be dead. Maggie was the only reason he was holding himself together. Paul stared at Maggie, Kyle could see him out the corner of his eye; his face was soft and kind, his eyes were full of worry. It had been a long time since he'd seen Paul respond in that way to a girl, to anyone really. Ashton had changed him too. When they were sixteen, they'd been close friends, the three of them together; you couldn't separate them. That was, until he'd take
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