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red, and I could feel the blood boiling in my veins as I spun around to face her. Without thinking, I stormed toward the front door, my feet moving faster than my t
ould hear laughter, that unmistakable sound that made my blood turn to ice. I should have known better. Rose had tried to warn me, tried to make me understand that James wasn't the man I thought he was. Bu
he intruder. She was dressed in a way that made it obvious she didn't care about modesty, with the top of her blouse undone, hanging loosely an
ng with disdain. The look on her face made it c
sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn't this. I had to force myse
en though every part of me wanted to scream. My fists cl
m head to toe as if I was some kind of oddity. The judgment
she demanded,
feel Rose standing just behind me, probably whispering something under her breath, but I did
ritation, and she straightened,
nnounced, her words laced wi
der me, and I was falling into an abyss I couldn't escape. The words hit me harder than I ever could have imagined, like a knif
ded with a million thoughts, none of them making sense. The pain in my chest w
thing, a voice pierced thr
vy
onfused as I felt. His blue eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse into his arms. But th
turned on my heel and started walking away. My legs were shaking, and my breath came in quic
ng in the distance, but I didn't want to know if Jam
me, the sound of my heartbeat drowning out everything else. When I reached the tram, I barely made it inside befor
testament to the agony that was consuming me. All I could see was his face-James's face, th
ent
ouldn't have imagined, and I didn't know how to find solid ground again. Rose had always talked about how lucky I was, how f
looking all innocent and sweet-but that had been ages ago. I hadn
ce around him. I couldn't help but notice how his black hair seemed darker than mine, something that was hard to believe, but undeniable. It framed his face in a wa
h power. And all I could think