"A few hours," Knight answered. "It's nearly sunset." Annabella's eyes widened suddenly, panic flashing across her features. "My father…" "He is in custody, love, he can’t hurt you now, nor can Tate.” Lucious cooed. “Was I dreaming? I thought I heard Knight say that he was in love with me, has been for years.” Annabella turned her head slowly, her mind reeling, then it clicked, “the gifts and the paper cranes in only places I seemed to go to think.” Knight's heart stuttered in his chest. She'd heard him. Heat crept up his neck as he nodded, unable to find words beneath her amber gaze. "Yes," he admitted finally, his voice rough. "Those were from me." Annabella's eyes widened, her fingers clutching the thin blanket covering her. "But why? You ne
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