Chapter 45 - The Terrible Miscommunication
Lucille’s POV
Franco gets up like he’s a storm taking over a small island in the middle of an ocean. He picks me up, making me gasp, but I still welcome the gesture and cling to him like the pathetic little girl that I am.
They won. They f*****g won and had the last laugh, and here I am with my tail between my legs, metaphorically speaking, running away once more. Be it in the arms of Franco this time, as opposed to him standing with them in chasing me away, but it’s still me the one leaving while they smile triumphantly.
“I’m fine. I can walk.” I mutter when we are outside, relishing the peaceful night and most importantly the lack of people around. To be honest, I half expected a few of them to come out, but by some miracle they didn’t.
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