I was still in Alistair’s embrace when he swept me up into his arms. He carried me toward his bedroom, and I looked up at him—his face was calm, devoid of the hunger that had been there moments ago. "Why are you bringing me to your room?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of anxiety. Alistair looked at me, then gently set me down on his vast, comfortable bed. "Sleep with me tonight. You don't need to be alone," he said, making me blink in surprise. "I’ll go to your room to get your nightgown and whatever else you need for the night," he added before leaving before I could even protest. I watched him walk out of the room, my brow furrowing in confusion. This man was ruthless; he was intent on destroying his own son, yet he cared for me and treated me with such unexpected kindness. I didn't understand his endgame, though I remembered clearly that he surely desired my body and soul—especially since I remained untouched. "What am I thinking? Why can't I stop these dark thoughts ab
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