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I had been hoping to charm him, but making him aggressively uncomfortable had worked just fine, too.
He released me instantly, his face contorting in horror. “You’re hurt. Why didn’t you say something?” “It’s nothing, just a bruise.” Anger simmered in his eyes. “Who did this to you?”
“Firstly, you may call me Kane. King Ravenwood is a little formal from someone I’ve made blush as many times as you.”
“It’s only fair. I’ve stared at you. Most of the time, I can’t seem to look at anything else.”
A life wasted in fear, hiding from what was outside, terrified of being alone yet always feeling lonely.
