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Could her senses already be fading so quickly?

But she had just come from a living body.

So focused on her discovery, she pressed her ear against his broad chest.

Unaware of how inappropriate that was with a stranger.

Sometimes, she was far too innocent, lacking any real social experience.

Rousse stood there frozen stiff, absolutely beyond saving.

I mean, that gorgeous woman was touching all over his chest and now practically clinging to him.

She was even smelling him.

Did she not realize how wildly inappropriate that was?

“Miss…” he muttered, conflicted, trying to gently pull away.

But Meridiana was fully enchanted, never in her life had she met a creature whose heart didn’t beat.

“How are you even alive like this?”

She looked up with pure curiosity.

Still glued to him like gum.

Rousse looked down and got lost in the refined lines of her face.

He was starting to feel nervous—which was rare for an undead.

She looked so sweet, so innocent, so… alive. Everything he wasn’t.

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