Iliana’s POV: With a deep frown etched between my brows, I slowly turned around to face the tall silhouette, “What?” “Come on, answer me,” he demanded in a low, aggravated voice that reverberated deep within my cells, “Why didn’t you turn on the light?” he repeated his question. I stared at him, still confused, “How does that even matter?” “It does actually,” he gritted out fiercely. And then, to my utter surprise, he flipped the hood back and removed his mask. Even though it was too dark to see his face, my heart lurched into my throat at the anticipation. Taking off his cloak, he tossed it on the bed, “You just complained that you know nothing about me or what my name is or how I look, right?” When I stayed silent, he took a step toward me and said, in a voice that commanded obedience without raising a decibel, “You answer me when I ask you a question, Iliana.” “Y-yes,” I blurted out quickly. With every slow, deliberate step he was closing the distance between us, m
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