~ Mira’s POV ~“Let me go,” I pleaded, breaking into a whisper because of the fear that still hadn’t gone away, fear of the monster as well as of the man who held me, and who hated me.Luca refused to let go of my chin. His fingers dug into my skin, gripping me like an iron hand.His big hand found its way onto my neck. He did not squeeze, nor did he strangle me. His palm covered my trembling jugular, and the heat of his hand burned me through my shirt.“Let you go?” he sneered. “To go blabbing to the press? Or running back into the hole you’ve been hiding in for the last seven years?”“I would never say anything!” I protested, grabbing onto his wrist, trying to break his hold on me. It was useless, like trying to shift a statue. “I’d never do anything like that, Luca. You know that –”“You think I know you?” He interrupted sharply, his blue eyes blazing with gold. “I knew a girl once. A girl who looked at me in the eyes and said she loved me before disappearing the next day with only
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