Chapter 10

 

 

 

 

 Julian's fingers were still gripping the collar of her blouse, his eyes narrowed on the dark, unmistakable hickey. The entire dinner table had gone silent. Forks hovered mid--air. Luna paused near the doorway, tray in hand, pretending not to listen.

 

 

 "Bella... who gave you that hickey?"...

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