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Chapter 23 - A Scent Out of Place

작가: Gerda J Beelen
last update 게시일: 2026-08-21 02:30:44

Brie's POV

The door opens and when Damien sees me, his eyes go cold, and his voice cuts through the air.

“Who was in here?”

I count the places on my face where I can feel the bruises, one on the jaw and one high on the cheek. My skin pulls when I speak, reopening my split lip.

“No one,” I say.

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