Chapter 14 Chapter 14

Henna’s POV

Mr. Adams’ office smelled like old books and lemon polish, the kind of place where time felt thicker, heavier. I stood in the middle of it with my hands clenched at my sides, my knuckles still aching, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

He was furious. Not the quie...

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