YARAThe chill from the alley crept through my coat, but it was nothing compared to the ice that flooded my veins as I stared at the man standing in front of me."Jeriah?" I breathed, the name tasting like poison in my mouth.He pulled the scarf further down, his hazel eyes darting anxiously over my shoulder toward the busy area. "Yara, please. Just listen to me, we need to talk.""There is nothing for us to talk about," I said, my voice hardening as I tried to walk away from him. "Get out of my way."He reached out, his gloved hand catching my arm. His grip wasn't violent, but it was desperate, pleading. The touch made my skin crawl, reminding me of every single word he had spat at me, every cruel word designed to tear down what was left of my dignity."I made a mistake, Yara," Jeriah said, his voice dropping into that familiar, soft register he used to use when we were broke, living on ramen and cheap dreams. "The engagement with Talia, it isn't what you think. It's business. I
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