“Wouldn’t your betrothed be upset if you kissed another woman?” “There’s my jealous girl.” “I’m not jealous,” I hissed, jerking forward hard enough that the chains bit into my wrists. “Very convincing.” Samkiel lowered his head toward me. I pulled back but didn’t get far, his breath tickling the hairs near my ear. “Gods, you have no idea what it does to me to know you care just as strongly for me as I do for you. What’s that word you like to use so much? Oh, yes. You fucked up, Dianna. You kissed me back, which means my Dianna is still in there, buried under all that grief and hate. I will
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