“Do I look like I’m for sale?” I arch an eyebrow, crossing my arms in front of my chest to create some distance between us. He scoffs, air puffing his lips. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was a soft laugh, but I do, in fact, know better. Silas slowly lifts his pointer finger and slides a strand of white hair from the front of my face, his golden ring glinting in the light. “You can’t put a price on you,” he whispers huskily, leaning closer, his chest touching my arms. “Men would still pay millions, but that has nothing to do with your looks.” My stomach flips, heat rushing to my cheeks,
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