Chapter Forty-nine: Wanting What Hurt Me 3

Elara Campbell’s POV

I stared into the tea. Tessa leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other.

“You should see your face,” she murmured.

“Don’t.”

“It’s not the face of a woman who was only used.”

That stung. Badly. My head jerked up.

“You think this is funny?”

“No,” she said, her ans...

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