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Lavinia clicked her tongue like she was still mad, feeling him tense up again against her back.

Watching him so obedient and docile was stirring a morbid curiosity.

“I get your reasons, and you even sound sweet with all those stories from the past...” the woman's voice sounded indifferent.

“But that doesn't erase the fact that you moved me like a pawn, planning things even before we got here.”

“Lavi...”

“Lavinia. I still don't know if I forgive you.” Laziel pressed his lips together hard when he heard her, a little sorry for his choices.

Lavinia had never been this mad at him, not for real.

He stared at the soft chestnut waves; her scent was intoxicating, sweet, delicious.

But he hated that she wanted to pull away from him. He needed her like air.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...” he repeated.

He could count on one hand the times he'd apologized in his life.

His hands tightened even more when she tried to pull away.

He clung to her waist and wrapped her up, leaving her no spac