“I told him I loved him,” she said in a monotone, refusing to let the images of Loche’s disgusted face surface. A muffled cough made her whirl around, and her brows knitted when Merrick’s face drained of blood as he stared back at her. Mind spinning, she stepped toward him, but Merrick’s features quickly slipped into his usual mask, and he waved her away. Her frown deepened as he instead stalked up to her father and Raine and grabbed the glass in Raine’s hand to drain it. Lessia looked on as he threw his head back, more realizations slamming into her. That’s why Rioner had been so adamant
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