Chapter 29 The hangover of high society

BRISELLE’S POV.

 The morning sun felt like a spotlight I hadn’t asked for. I sat in the back corner of the campus coffee shop, huddled in my thickest, most oversized gray hoodie, the one Kai had explicitly told me not to wear. My hair was pulled back into a messy, utilitarian knot, and my glasses we...

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