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Chapter Sixteen
I gasped in surprise. “Roman?”
And before I could say another word, Roman yank me into a fierce embrace. I could feel his body shaking as he touches me everywhere like he can't believe I am real. I did not recoil. I did not even push him away. I just let him.
I feel like I owe it to him. He may be a murderer but he had never shown me that dark side of him.
“Victoria,” he breathes out. I gently pushed him off me while gazing suspiciously at him. “What are you doing here?”
He looked at me like I'm retarded. “I've been looking for you,” he pointed out matter of fact.
“How did you know I would be here?” Did somehow Alaric figure out my biggest secret? Did he set me up with Roman?“I don't,” and I believe him. There's something about how Roman would talk to me while his eyes were gazing at me intently. Though his candor never stops me from running away I know he doesn't h
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