Chapter 8
Early the next morning, I came downstairs and saw Gabriel sitting on our sofa.
His face was stormy, voice like ice. “Serena.”
I could tell from that tone that he was in a foul mood, but I had no intention of soothing him. My attitude stayed flat. “Oh. Morning. I’m heading out to meet my boyfriend, s...
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2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
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