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CHAPTER 93
BLAIR’S POV. Piper and I were on the tennis court, trying to distract me from the pain. She had insisted that playing the game would make me feel better. Piper shot the tennis ball at me. I caught it, striking it with such force that it destroyed her racket. “This is the fourth racket you have destroyed today, Blair.” Piper widened her eyes in surprise. Even though she said the game would cheer me up, it just made things worse. “That's exactly how my heart feels,” I snapped back. “I'm sorry... I can't relate, though, but I know you werewolves value your mating bond a lot... you must miss him,” Piper said sympathetically as she grabbed another racket. I scoffed. “I don't know if I miss him. He is an asshole anyway and a coward,” I hissed, feeling resentment. “Still want to play?” P
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