Chapter 43

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Although it felt like two days had passed, it was only two hours later that Amaya leaned into the doorway of the lounge with a fully put-on pout covering up a look of sincere concern. She had a leash in her hand, and whether he was allowed in the building or not, Champ sat at the end of it. His huge puppy dog smile was almost enough to warm Bryson’s heart.

“Hey, you,” she said, exaggerating a frown. “Your mom said I should come by. She said you might need a friend right now.” She slipped into the room, waving away words he didn’t give her. “No, no. Don’t thank me. That’s what friends are for. What’s going on? Is it Duke?” Her expression hardened. “Because if that fucker did something, I swear to all the gods that I can name—”