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Chapter seven: guilt or love

Penulis: Lynda writes
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Logan's pov

The room was very quiet, except for the soft uneven rhythm of her sobs. Each sound rose and fell, like a haunting melody in the air, the weight of it settled heavily on my chest, though I refused to acknowledge it.

Fiona lay curled on the bed, her slender body trembling as though she were made of glass, moments from shattering. Her wrists raw and bruised from her futile struggles, rested limply against the scattered sheets. Tears streaked her flushed face but her eyes were still burn with fury and disgust.

When she turned her head sharply toward me, her movement betrayed the strain of hours spent in resistance. Her gaze, piercing and wild, locked onto mine. The hatred in her voice when she spoke struck like thunder..

“I hate you,” she spat, her words trembling yet sharp. “I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life”.

I smirked, allowing my expression to settle into the cold indifference I’d long perfected. “Good,” I replied, leaning against the wall as though her
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