Chapter 84

  ELENA'S POV

  "And you couldn't talk to me first?"

  Damien's voice echoed in my head for the hundredth time as I drove through the quiet Sunday streets.

  My grip tightened around the steering wheel, my jaw clenching.

  That one line.

  Hypocritical. Ridiculous.

  He decided to move halfway acros...

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