Chapter 18 I HATE YOU, STILL

~Jenna~

I woke on his bed, the scent of him thick in the sheets like a claim I never asked for. He sat in a chair across from me, staring with that unyielding intensity that made my skin tighten.

A growl tore from my throat. I surged up and charged, feet slamming the floor. He had been lost in t...

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