Jonas leaned back, his head thunking against the wall. “I made a mistake.” “Mistake?” “I’ve fought it for days, Silla. All night. I cannot stop.” Silla watched his throat bob, unsure of what to say. “Fought what?” she managed at last. “You’ve broken me…bewitched me…I know nothing except that I am miserable. All I can think of are your lips, the smell of your hair. How you felt in my arms, the way you made me feel so alive.”
Okay it’s sweet but nobody can “you’ve bewitched me” harder than Mr. Darcy okay
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