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Chapter 17: Hatred
Celeste’s POV: I enter Logan's penthouse, exhausted out of my mind from being out all night. I ordered the concierge to leave all of my shopping bags in the foyer. I gave them a generous tip and dismissed them for the night before walking into the great room to pour myself a glass of wine from the gold liquor cart. I brought the glass to my lips when a sudden gasp escaped my parted lips. I didn't even see him sitting there drinking his scotch. My mouth parts in fear, and I thought for a moment I felt a tinge of excitement. I should have hated him, but instead, the sight of him nearly brought me to my knees- wait, what was I thinking? I instantly smothered all these feelings remembering my oath earlier. "I believe you have something that belongs to me, princess," Logan
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