Chapter 24 Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-four

Lena’s POV

The plaza air slaps me like ice water, but it’s nothing compared to the burn in my chest, a white-hot rage that claws up my throat and chokes me. Sienna’s laugh floats over the fountain—high, tinkling, fake as hell—as Wes’s arms stay wrapped around her waist, the whit...

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