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Sammi POVHis eyes hold mine with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low. “Now, this is how it’s going to be. I don’t care if you object, if you disagree. This is happening. Okay?”“Why ask me if I don’t get a choice?” I mutter, trying to find some semblance of control, but he just smirks.“Exactly. No choice.” He leans in, kissing me softly, but there’s a heat behind the kiss that stirs something inside me, something that I’ve been trying to bury. I watch as he steps behind me, his hands moving to the mirrors in the room, pulling away the sheets I’ve draped over them. My heart races, panic flooding my system again as the mirrors are uncovered. I haven’t looked at my reflection in weeks.My eyes widen as he exposes the glass, and I want to scream, to turn away. “Yes, I noticed,” Grayson says quietly, watching my reaction. “Now listen to the rules.”“Rules?” I say, my voice trembling. “Rules imply they can be broken, which means I don’t have
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Sammi’s POVI wake up with Grayson still asleep next to me, his arm draped lazily over my waist. I carefully slip out of bed, trying not to wake him, and quietly get dressed. The room feels unusually still, and when I head downstairs, I expect to see my brothers. But the house is eerily empty.I glance around, feeling disoriented. I’m not used to sleeping this late—lately, sleep has been an elusive stranger, barely gracing me with its presence. For weeks, I’ve been battling restless nights, haunted by anxiety and confusion, but today... today I slept. It’s unsettling.Still, I know what I need to do. Grabbing my keys, I head out, slipping into the car. As I drive toward the clinic, my mind is a mess of thoughts. Grayson is back in my life, and it still feels like a dream I might wake from at any second. I hadn’t expected to see him again, not after everything. And now, I’m wearing a ring—his ring.I glance down at my hand, at the small piece of metal that symbolizes so much more than
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