Nathaniel's Pov A wave of intense relief and satisfaction washed over me. The trap was set, and she had walked right into it, completely unaware that she was the only woman I had ever wanted in my life. “Good,” I said, my voice dropping to a lower, gentler register. I stood up from the pavement and extended my hand to her. She looked at my palm for a second before placing her cold hands in mine. I gripped it firmly, pulling her up from the sidewalk. The moment she stood on her feet, she winced sharply, her face contorting in pain as her hand flew straight to her left side. My eyes narrowed immediately. The warmth in my chest vanished, replaced by an instant, dangerous spike of anger. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong with your side?” “Oh this?” She looked down and shrugged, “It's nothing, just a little scratch.” “You…” “It's a little cold here and my legs are pretty numb.” She complained, staring at me. I knew that look, it was the look she gave whenever she didn't want to
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