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Emmeline attempted to pull away, to escape his hold, but he tightened his grip slightly, keeping her firmly against the car.She stared into his blazing eyes with defiance and hurt warring within her own."What could you possibly have to say?" she challenged. Her voice was hoarse from crying. "More excuses? More empty promises I'm supposed to believe?"Zavian's control finally shattered. "Did it ever occur to you I might be thinking of your best interests?" he demanded, anger flashing in his eyes like lightning in a midnight sky.Emmeline flinched at his raised voice, her eyes widening in shock. Throughout their relationship, he had never raised his voice to her. He had always maintained control that was as much a part of him as breathing.The fresh tears in her eyes trembled precariously, threatening to spill over at any moment."What did you expect from me when you told me they were sending you to France?" he continued, vibrating with emotion. "That I'd suggest we run away together t

Zavian’s gaze softened briefly at her touch and the hope in her voice, though the hardness quickly returned as if he were fighting against his own desire to forgive her. The conflict was evident in the slight furrow of his brow and in the way his lips pressed together in a thin line of resistance."I didn't mean any of those harsh words I said to you," Emmeline insisted, desperation creeping into her tone. "Please believe me, Zavian. Please."The use of his first name… something she rarely allowed herself hung in the air between them.Zavian placed his hand over hers and forcefully yanked it from his cheek. His touch lacked its usual gentleness. His fingers were cool and his grip firm as he detached himself from her caress."Perhaps you didn't mean what you said. However, you intended to wound me. You deliberately chose words you knew would cut the deepest."The accusation struck home with devastating accuracy.Emmeline couldn't deny the truth in his words. She had lashed out in her pa

The accusation was fair, and Emmeline knew it. She had allowed her insecurities to override her trust in him, had permitted her fear of abandonment to dictate her response rather than waiting to hear him out.The realization was humbling, forcing her to acknowledge a pattern in her behavior that had caused problems before.Emmeline's eyelids trembled in response to his outburst, fear momentarily overriding her other emotions.She had rarely seen Zavian this angry. She extended a tentative hand toward his chest, a peace offering amid their emotional battlefield."I won't make that mistake again," she promised softly. "I swear to you. Next time, I'll listen completely before letting my fears consume me."Her voice was steady despite her inner turmoil. She meant every word—this evening had shown her how quickly her insecurities could poison something precious, how easily fear could override reason and trust.The lesson was painful but necessary, one she was determined to learn from.Zavia

They exchanged longing glances. Their eyes communicated what words could not."I visited France twice during my human teenage years," Zavian remarked. "Paris was one of my stops. It's a beautiful city, well worth experiencing."Emmeline studied him closely. "With your family?""My grandmother loved spending holidays in different places," Zavian explained. "Because of her, I traveled to many countries. In recent decades, though, most of my trips have been for business, mainly across Europe and other continents."Emmeline nestled closer into Zavian's embrace, savoring the security of his arms around her."A while ago I felt depressed because traveling seemed like punishment," she sighed. "Now it seems like a reward. With you, even hell would become heaven.""France isn't that bad," Zavian teased. "Don't think of the trip as punishment. Look at it from the bright side. Together we'll visit a new city and spend good times together. No one there knows our past. No one will hold us accountab

“Fuck!” Zavian cursed under his breath, seemingly losing his composure.Emmeline bit the inside of her lip to suppress a laugh, not wanting him to realize she was deliberately trying to provoke him."I love hearing what happens inside you," she continued in a seductive purr. "When you express your pleasure with those deep sounds, I feel it too. I never knew men's voices could be so seductive when they're aroused.""Your voice can't be beaten, minx." Zavian’s response came out slightly slurred, as if he were struggling to maintain control.Before he could say another word, Emmeline sighed dramatically."But alas, I can't continue this game right now," she lamented. "If I get too excited, I risk my brother hearing sounds from my room that would be difficult to explain."Zavian's ragged breaths were audible through the phone, making Emmeline's body respond in kind. A warmth spread through her lower abdomen, and she had to consciously keep her hands from wandering."How can I restrain my i