MAID OF REVENGE
The question echoed sharply in my mind.
My stomach tightened. I turned away abruptly, stepping deeper into the aisle to put distance between us. Crissy’s face flashed in my thoughts—her sharp warnings, her simmering anger. I couldn’t afford complications. I would avoid him, avoid them, as much as possible.
“Wait,” his voice called softly, smooth and laced with quiet amusement. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
I paused, against my better judgment, and turned. He held up a thick chemistry textbook, waving it gently upward like a trophy. The exact edition I had been seeking—the one with the detailed organic reactions charts I needed for my upcoming paper. My breath caught. How could he possib
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