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Ottilyn's P.O.V. ************************************************* The immense guilt that I felt the moment I walked away from Pierce surprisingly dissipated the longer I was with Kieran. Seeing Kieran waiting there for me made me feel even worse. The way that he was looking at me felt like he knew what I was doing. Then, Kieran told me that I wasn't his yet and that I didn't owe him anything. It was exactly what I needed to hear right then. I expected Kieran to yell at me. Maybe cuss me out. Call me a wh.ore. Something. Not that Kieran knew anything. But no. Kieran had to be fu.cking great. Saying that sweet thing to me eased some of my guilt. Because Kieran was right. I don't owe him a thing. I'm single and free. And apparently kissing Pierce Campbell while entertaining Kieran