Chapter 89 Cryptic

CHLOE’S POV;

​A dull, rhythmic throbbing inside my skull dragged me back to consciousness.

​My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, heavy and scratchy against my eyes. When I finally forced them open, the dim, amber glow of the bedside lamps told me I was back in Christian’s bedroom.

The s...

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