CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR : DIE BY MY HANDS

Those words tumbled out of my lips, and the moment they did, I wished I could take them back, because I dreaded his answer.

His eyes darkened at my words, the air around us seemed to drop several degrees colder.

“Jealous?” He scoffed evilly, and my chest tightened as I swallowed the nerves eating ...

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