CHLOE’s POV The door slammed before I even had time to breathe. Tyler’s hand was on my wrist again, too familiar, too forceful, and he dragged me down the east hallway. His footsteps were silent, even angry. Mine weren’t. Mine echoed. “Tyler, stop!” I yelled, trying to yank free, but he only tightened his grip, hastening his footsteps. We descended the narrow stone steps into the wine cellar, air thick with dust, aged grapes, and secrets. As soon as we were out of sight, he spun, caging me between the shelf and his body. His voice was low, vibrating with barely contained rage. “You can’t survive him, Chloe. Tell me the truth.” I swallowed hard. He used my real name. Not Zoe. Not a slip, an attack. “I don’t know what you think you know,” I said, my heart racing. He laughed, sharp and humorless. “I see you. I see the way you flinch when he touches you. The way you look at me. The way you don’t talk like her. You think I don’t notice? Your Chloe not Zoe.” The cellar lights wer
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