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Think of this like my (Extra) chapters; heavier language and all that, so don't be too surprised.
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Jillian Sariel PoV
Lounging in my bed, I glanced over at Ayla as she sat up, her smooth, sun-kissed skin gleaming in the moonlight, while she combed out her long green hair.
Staring at her, I nodded to myself as I took in her figure, having to hold myself back from pulling her back into bed with me.
Ayla Kameiel, my childhood friend turned fiancee...
Cruel, wicked, clever, smart...
Many words described her, but the one that most agreed on was beautiful.
Having grown up with her, I knew each of those words fit her perfectly; she was a conniving bitch who did as she pleased to get what she wanted.
When I hadn't played with her upon our first meeting as children, she had crafted an elaborate scene to paint me as a bully who had belittled and shunned her, forcing my parents to play with her in front of them.
