Penelope’s POVFor a long second, he just stood there, staring down at me on the floor.His face was still hard, but something in his eyes… shifted. The anger was still there, yes, but behind it, I saw something else. Something warmer. Something almost like concern.And then, slowly, he stretched out his hand toward me.He didn’t say anything. Just stood there, arm out, waiting for me to take it.I looked at his hand. Big and strong.I didn’t take it.“I’m fine,” I said softly, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “The floor wasn’t dirty.”I looked down at my dress. It was still clean. No dust. No wrinkles. Thank the gods.Still… his hand stayed in the air, waiting.But I had other plans.I looked up at him slowly, biting the inside of my cheek as an idea sparked inside me.Instead of taking his hand, I shifted my body just a little.And then, without breaking eye contact, I slowly rose not to stand, but to kneel. Right in front of him.His brow twitched. Just a little.I reached up g
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