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Rafe
Since I got home last night, I’ve been attempting to drink myself into a stupor, which unfortunately is impossible for a shifter. The numbness only lasts ten minutes, tops, before my body processes the alcohol. Still, it’s worth the effort even for the momentary relief.
Adele is gone. I drove her away, and I deserve all the pain blasting through my chest right now.
But I did the right thing.
I did.
Adele’s association with me nearly got her tangled in Dieter’s dark plans, whatever they may have been. I still don’t know why he thought she was his mate nor what made him change his mind. I don’t understand what he knows about my parents’ death.
I try to keep my thoughts focused on him, try to put the pieces of the puzzle together, but they keep swinging back to Adele.
To the s
