Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 274

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Chapter 274

dark tracks down her cheeks, and her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

For a moment, she looked up at me with hope in her eyes, then disappointment washed over her face when she realized I wasn’t joseph.

“Hey,” I said softly, easing myself down beside her on the cold step, the concrete chilling me through the thin fabric of my dress. ‘Are you

laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the empty stairwell. “Do I look okay to you?”

I didn’t answer, just sat there quietly, our shoulders not quite touching. The scent of her distress was overwhelming–bitter almonds and

salt. It made my own eyes sting in sympathy.

After a long silence, she sniffed and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing what remained of her mascara. I’m sorry for

how I treated you before,” she said, her voice raspy from crying. “I was a bitch.”

“You were,” I agreed bluntly, which startled a genuine laugh from her. My lips twitched in response, fingers nervously picking at a loose

thread on my dress.

“My real name is Ava White,”

when things went to shit

I felt my breath

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