“My face might say otherwise.” He let go of my chin. “But I am not a violent man to those who do not deserve it.” Heat rose as his slow gaze dragged over every inch of my face, almost as if he gained to memorize it. “Still, you have every right to fear me.” I noted every fine detail. The way his features shifted as quickly as his own shadow. It lingered upon the walls behind him while it danced in the gleam, refracting off the crystals. How his eyes burned with a vengeance that made me want to believe him—desperately. “What if I am the one you need to fear?” I whispered. It was a simple
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