Conflicts

Tatiana

I grit my teeth and force myself not to roll my eyes. Throwing a tantrum won’t help—but that doesn’t stop the anger simmering just beneath my skin. I don’t like the way Angelo drew that line between us. Cold. Sharp. Final.

It’s not just that he’s shutting me out. It’s how he’s doing it—l...

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