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He asked and Mishka’s eyes quickly snapped back at him. “N-no, why?” “I love her books! Snowdrop Publications publishes her books, and every time I went to her book launches, they always said she likes to keep her identity hidden. Scarlet’s first book was an inspirational story, and you know what? It helped me a lot to deal with problems.” Christian stated. Mishka stared at him. “No, I don’t know any Author Scarlet, but I’d love to read her books now.” She said. Christian smiled. “Sure. I’ve all her books.” He said and Mishka glanced at her wristwatch with a worried face.

Our counseling sessions had continued, not because there was anything wrong going on between Damien and I but because I needed answers for future issues. "We're both growing and sometimes I fear us backsliding and giving up on Christianity because of how clueless we are." I opened up to her. "The solution to this is to commit to growing. Through more time spent fellowshipping with the brethren and giving yourself to study. There are several Christian books that can guide you on your journey and the Bible is the number one book to look to. It is God's Word." She said. I nodded, "Book recommendations?" "Sure." I took out my journal and jotted down a list of books as she mentioned the names and

“I get it. You’re the hero in the history books.” I let out a bitter laugh. “If only it were that simple.” Christian’s grin faded a bit. He stepped closer, looking at the closed book in my hands. “Eve, I know you’re scared. But you’re not alone, okay? We’ve got this. I’ve got your back.” His tone was low, earnest. In that moment, I saw beyond the teasing veneer, the real Christian who’d risked his life for me, who’d protected me even when I didn’t realize I needed protection.

I still don’t understand why he feels so strongly about me when it feels like Dante has completely ruined me for other men. “Christian,” I start, “What exactly is it about me that attracts you? Clearly, I still have a lot of personal issues I am dealing with, and yet you still stand by me. Why are you waiting for me when I am damaged goods?” Christian’s brow furrows as I ask him this and he seems completely confused by my question. “Damaged goods? Is that how you see yourself?” He says, shaking his head and letting out a scoff.