Lingered Fear

“Dom Vance created Pocho.”

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Elena stood so fast her chair almost tipped backward. Her hands trembled slightly as she steadied herself, her heart was racing like it was trying to beat out of her chest.

“We have to go,” she said quickly, her voice sharper than she intended. Her hand shot out toward Rowan, and without hesitation, the little boy slid off his seat and took it.

Rowan didn’t argue. He d