Working The Little Ones

THIRD POV

As the days rolled by, the atmosphere around the palace grew increasingly charged with unspoken tension. Justin and Amelia's interactions had become a carefully choreographed dance of avoidance and inevitable collision, each encounter crackling with an electricity that seemed to affect everyone around them. The mate bond between them had grown stronger with each passing day, like a live wire that neither could touch without risking everything they thought they knew about themselves.

Their chemistry was undeniable and visible to anyone with eyes to see. When Justin entered a room, Amelia's entire posture would shift, her breathing becoming more controlled, more deliberate. When she spoke, his attention would focus on her with laser-like intensity, as if the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist. They moved around each other like opposing magnets - simultaneously drawn together and repelled by the same invisible force.

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