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Chapter 15

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Rafael

Oh God. I almost gave in. Almost.

Her innocence is intoxicating, drawing me in like a man starved. It would have been so easy - just one kiss, just one taste. But I didn't bring her here for that. I’m not that man. I refuse to be that man.

She is not for me. Not in that way. I didn’t bring her here to fuck her like a common whore. She is so much better than that.

But she can never know, and she will never know.

She will remain untouched. My Sister Francis. My saint.

She wanted me - I saw it in her eyes. But I know what it was. Not desire. Not for me. Just loneliness. Just a need for warmth. Something innocent.

I almost took it from her.

“Will you come with me willingly?” I ask. “Or would you prefer it if I carry you again?”

She looks at me, and I know she sees him. Dom. The man I should have been. The man I buried.

And God help me, I wanted to give her that. I wanted to be him again.

Just for a moment. Just for her.

I thought I loved my life before. My life away from my family.
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