Chapter 277

  Sienna

  The breath caught in my throat.

  So it was him this morning.

  My blood turned cold at his observation. He knew more about me than I was comfortable admitting.

  "You're a sick asshole, you know that?"

  "Yeah," he chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, a strange contradiction to the mena...

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