LOGINMaximilian’s POV:So perfect. So pliant.
Ophelia’s POV:That night was the night we officially began dating. It was the night a younger, more innocent version of myself thought she had found a protector in the boy with the scarred soul. It was the night I’d had my first kiss.
Ophelia’s POV:“Let’s talk in private, shall we?” Max questioned, his voice a low thrum that set my teeth on edge. His eyes, dark and glittering with an intelligence that was nothing short of predatory, dragged over Ezra with blatant dismissiveness before dro
Ophelia’s POV:“There’s no doctor that can help her condition,” I stated, my voice coming out thinner than I intended. I wasn’t going to be swayed so easily by his words, no matter how much authority he projected from behind that desk.
Ophelia’s POV:Damn it. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me. It was obviously a mistake coming here. But now that I had stepped into his trap, the exit was a mile away. I needed to play smarter; if I let the panic take the wheel now, I would end up far worse off.
Ophelia’s POV:This was the man who had stalked toward Valeria at the petrol pump. The same man who had caused me to hurl a bag of snacks like a weapon before fleeing. My pulse, which had just begun to settle, spiked violently, drumming against my ribs with a frantic, primitiv
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