Wrapped in a blanket, I sat in a wicker chair on the terrace, running my fingers again and again over the faint mark the wedding ring had left on my left ring finger.At two in the morning, I heard the lock turn.Lucius’s footsteps drifted up from the stairwell, slow and slightly unsteady from the alcohol.He walked over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, blanket and all, resting his chin in the curve between my neck and shoulder.A cloying floral perfume drifted through the alcohol on his breath, clinging to me like overly sweet gum.My stomach immediately turned.It was Liz’s scent.“Still angry?”His voice was low and husky.“I get it. You’ve been upset all night. You even left without having any cake.”His arms tightened around me, locking me firmly against his chest.I instinctively tried to pull away, but I couldn’t break free.“Merope, the angrier you get, the more I know how much you care about me.”His lips brushed my ear, his voice carrying the patronizing assurance
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