When Ronan Thorne came back, he was reeking of the overly sweet scent of his secretary, Evelyn Stone.He frowned the moment his gaze dropped to the bloodstained silver dagger in my hand."Carly Durham, what tricks are you pulling this time?"He reached for the dagger, but I turned aside and avoided him."It's okay. Someone already stopped me," I replied softly. I lowered my head.Ronan's hand froze midair. His gaze held nothing but weariness.In the beginning, whenever I said someone was protecting me, he would panic. He would grab my hand, and his voice would shake."Don't scare me, Carly. You only have me."Now, my pain had become a burden to him."Who? Carly, you're lying more and more these days."Before I could speak, Ronan suddenly grabbed my chin and forced my head up, exposing the wound on my neck that had not healed yet.The sharp pain made my eyes sting, but I still smiled at him."See? The wound is only this shallow because that person stopped me in time. Ronan,
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