Chapter 32 Fear Her Return Ii
- ~Sienna~
- I held up a hand, cutting him off. “Don’t,” I said coldly, my voice like ice. “Your fake-hearted apology isn’t needed, President Jones.”
- The title was a slap, and I intended it to be. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he hesitated, the blanket still outstretched as if he didn’t know what to do with it.