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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Polly had been unable to stop thinking about Sergei. It felt like a d**g had been injected into her veins. No matter what she did—walked, slept, ate, trained—the thought of him was always with her. His dark, Russian features; the sound of his voice; his translucent skin, his sharp features; and his incredible, hypnotic singing voice. She had never met anyone remotely like him. She also couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had treated her. He had been so brazen, so arrogant. No boy had ever treated her like that before. What was it about him? What made him feel so entitled? Why had she allowed him to treat her that way? And more importantly, when he had, why hadn’t she just walked away? She couldn’t understand it. Logically, she should hate him. Yet, for some crazy rea
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