Chapter 18 Reasons Why I Hate Lucien III

Raynelle

I shifted in my bed, kicking the duvet with my feet. Why was it so freaking hot?

It was barely even summer.

The sun rays that pierced through my blinds, forced mye eyes open. “god I hate mornings.”

Last night's memory flooded my head as it throbbed with renewed vengeance.

“Did you n...

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