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CHAPTER 22 Bitter Rivalry

Richard's POV

My fists clenched so tight, my knuckles turned white. Luther. Just the name tasted like bile in my mouth. The way he carries himself, like he's untouchable, some damn god walking among us. It's irritating. I slammed my fist against the table, the impact sending a ripple of pain up ...