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Bailey's pov

The familiarity of that voice sends a sharp chill down my spine, my heart hammering in my chest. It can't be. It cannot be him.

I am imagining this.

There was no way.

It just can't be.

Yet, his scent is familiar, and his voice....

Pieces start to fall into place and my stomach lurchs and I gag as realization dawns on me. Someone I considered a friend. Someone I trusted. Why would he do this? Why would he do this to me?

Why would Stefan do this to me?

A wave of betrayal weighs in my chest and also fury. I can't believe I trusted him. Why would he even do this? I rake my brain, trying to think of why Stefan would even play this sick game with me but came up with nothing.

But then when he dipped his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent, sighing with pleasure, a sinking realization dropped in my belly. " You've always smelt so good Bailey."

His words sent a sharp shiver of disgust and repulsion clashing within me. His close proximity makes my stomach churn and I