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Chapter 52
Kurtis’s POV I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. James, baby boo, the audacity of it. My blood boiled as the image replayed in my head, Lyra standing there, looking torn, while that smug asshole casually called her a name only I should be using. The way he looked at her, the way she didn’t immediately push him away, it cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I needed air, space, anything but being near her right now. I walked down the dimly lit street, my fists clenched so tight I could feel my nails digging into my palms. How could she keep something like this from me? First, it was pretending to be Angela when we met, and I’d forgiven that because I fell for *her*, not the mask. But now? Now there was this guy, James, throwing around pet names like they meant something. What else had sh
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