Hearing Victoria's words, Carlisle finally took a step back, biting his lip. He didn't want to seem selfish or unreasonable in front of her, yet sometimes a werewolf's instincts were stronger than logic."I… I'm sorry for losing my composure," he muttered, his voice low and hoarse.Victoria, who had been ready to slip away, froze at his words. Lately, it felt like all she ever heard from Carlisle was apologies, something she still struggled to reconcile with the arrogant, prideful image of him etched in her memory.But this time was different. This time, he apologized immediately, of his own accord. Could she take this as a sign of his growth?Seeing how things were turning, Maxwell subtly signaled Sylas to follow his lead. He slipped an arm around Victoria's waist and guided her back into her room. Sylas caught the signal right away.He tugged Carlisle along, who was still lowering his head like a pitiful puppy, and ushered him inside. Once they were all in, Sylas quickly shut the do
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