Chapter 52

The moment our eyes met, my pulse did that traitorous flutter.

Before I could decipher the meaning behind Octavius's gaze, Brielle grabbed my arm hard.

Caught off guard, I stumbled as she dragged me directly in front of Octavius and Quinlan.

"Mr. Capulet, Ms. Powell, good evening!" Brielle's smi...

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