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Chapter 7
AURORA'S POV: I scoff. "Don’t flatter yourself. I took a wrong turn." "Sure you did." His smirk deepens. I ignore the heat creeping up my neck and yank at the door handle again. "Do you have a key?" Arc leans against the doorway, clearly enjoying my frustration. "Nope. But I’m in no rush." I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Of all people to be locked in with, it had to be him. Silence stretches between us. The faint scent of mint and something darker, something undeniably Arc, lingers in the air. The dim lighting casts sharp shadows over his features, making him look more like the predator he truly is. "Why do you hate me so much?" I blurt out, surprising myself. Arc arches a brow, as if the question is amusing. "Hate you? That’s a strong word." "Well, for starters, everytime
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