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CHAPTER 47
Darcy stares at me, and I stare at her. We're both unable to say anything; the lasting effect of Sebastian's wrath renders us speechless.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Darcy."
She forces a smile. "Don't apologize, Leslie. I should be the one apologizing; I'm the one who lied to you."
I sigh and pace the room. Darcy's eyes, big and curious, follow my movement.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you couldn't say no to him anyway. Then again, who can say no to 'Sebastian Harrison.'"
I catch myself saying his name like an upset five-year-old. Christ,
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