Page 38 of Dirty Saint


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"I want to clean up," Willow says.

"In a few, we need to know what happened," I demand.

Willow sighs and goes to the couch, putting up her legs and grabbing the pillow in front of her.

I move down the hall and find the closet. Willow has the ice pack in a towel that Zoe must have given her when I come back. I sit, taking her legs so she can lay across me on the couch. Zoe puts the hot mug on the coffee table. Willow does not stir as Zoe sits in the chair, crossing her legs and clasping her hands together tightly. As Willow explains what happened, I want to yell at her, but the look on her face stops me. I can see the deep regret. My heart clutches in my chest as I get off the couch to stand. I get my phone out and call Misfit telling him where Holt is. I turn to the sister’s and notice Willow is looking at me with a sad expression, her eyes tired.

"Zoe, go get Cody.

I want you to grab a few things.

You're both coming to the clubhouse where we can protect you," I direct.

Neither says a word as Zoe heads to the door, picking up her keys off the table.

It’s not long before they’re ready to go, and I'm on my bike following their car.

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