Lucia’s POVThe door of the bedroom cracked open slowly and he slithered into the bedroom like a thief.When it closed, he let out a relieved sigh and was about to strip when I cleared my throat. He whirled around and was about to strike but I tossed a dagger at him.It grazed his cheek, nicking him before the blade embedded into the wall.“Lucia,” he said, straightening when his eyes adjusted to the darkness.I walked past him and turned on the bedroom’s light. He flinched, blinking rapidly so he could adjust to the bright light.Before he could get back his bearings, I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to my face. “Four days. Four freaking days. You have been avoiding me for four days.”With each word, I yanked him closer, my second dagger pressing dangerously close to his stomach. Ryan smiled tightly, trying to reassure me. “I had some things to get to.”“Do not lie to me,” I hissed slowly and he fell silent, trying to guess what I knew and recalibrate what he was supposed t
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