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Author: DIAMONDLEE
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ISABELLA

The sharp trilling of my phone yanked me out of sleep. I fumbled around blindly, swiping at the sheets tangled around my legs until my hand found the cold device on the nightstand.

My eyelids, heavy and stuck with sleep, cracked open halfway as I dragged the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” My voice sounded like sandpaper scraping on asphalt.

“What the fuck did you do?” Logan’s voice slammed into me like a brick through glass, shattering the last wisps of sleep hanging around my head.

I blinked, sitting up slowly. “What are you talking about?” I croaked. My throat was dry. Bone dry. Like I’d swallowed dust in my sleep.

“You're really gonna play dumb right now?” His laugh was a brittle, humorless thing that grated down my spine. “Jesus, you women are all the same. Smooth at the beginning, always a master plan ticking away in the back of your pretty little heads.”

I stared at the pale light leaking through my blinds, its dull grayness doing nothing to brighten the room. My stomach fli
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