Chapter Twenty Two

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"Miss Luca speak to me, "pleaded Sebastian another time, his voice beseeching,all the same, I remained still, not able to form words as I continued to gawk at the man, who downed a second glass of liquor as if it were only orange juice. This man whom had closely throttled me.

"Miss Luca " he placed the glass on to the small table and closed the distance that separated us . He reached out to carress my face.

I drew back, finally finding my voice, however small and hoarse it was from crying. "Sebastian please. Don't"

I could not have him touch me. He had too much power over my mind and my--heart. If he did, I know I would have welcomed the embrace. I was a fool. I would have believed anything he said, all the apologies he made. It was inevitable. I deeply and truthfully loved him, with all my heart and soul.

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