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CHAPTER 28
LEO’S POV. I moulded the clay in my hands, desperate to lose myself in the art of pottery. But Blair's pained expression haunted my thoughts, refusing to let me focus on anything else as much as I tried. Frustration built up inside me, and with a scream, I tossed everything to the ground in a fit of anger. Pottery, which was my usual source of comfort, offered no ease for my shattered heart. I never intended for things to spiral out of control like this. I never wanted to hurt Blair, but now it seemed too late to undo the damage. I heard a soft knock on my door, but I wasn't ready to entertain anyone. "Go away," I said firmly, hoping whoever was knocking would take the hint and leave me to wallow in my sorrows. But the knocking persisted, and the door creaked open ever so slightly. J
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