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I am shocked and flustered obviously as I try to speak. "W-what? Directly say what you mean?" I stuttered in fear that I may be getting the wrong impression of his actions. Unfortunately, my voice didn't came out well so he noticed the current state of my emotion. Of course, I tried my best to not to show my flustered self again but then, He then stared at me for minutes. I don't know whether he doesn't want to speak anymore or what but one thing is indeed or sure.. I don't want to release his eyes from me.

Images. Blurry, fragmented images flashed through my mind like a broken reel, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut as tears spilled down my cheeks. My chest ached as an overwhelming fear gripped me, suffocating me, choking me. My body instinctively reacted, curling in on itself as though it was trying to protect me from something unseen. I clutched my chest, gasping for air, my lips trembling uncontrollably. What was happening? Why was I reacting to this man like this? I had watched Alexander kill with my own eyes—yet nothing had shaken me like this.

I had said without a second thought, The look on his face spoke of how stunned he was upon seeing my reaction, I bit my lower lip at the realization of how rashly I had sounded. Realizing how suspicious my response might have made him feel, I tried to cover it up with a wide grin, even though I felt embarrassed by my reaction, He stood speechless, his expression revealing the confusion in his heart as he stared at me, I knew I had ended up making him suspicious instead, even though he didn't say anything, I knew I had to give him some explanations for my spontaneous response, "I meant, I don't think it's a good idea," I began, my voice small and wavering as I spoke, the crest on his face dis

Confusion flickered across her face, quickly replaced by realization. Then she screamed, stumbling to the floor. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, amused despite myself.

I wanted to add that last part, but I will let this blow settle first. Alfie's eyes widened in shock, his features contorting with disbelief as my words struck him like a physical blow. He stumbled back, his hands flailing for support as if the ground beneath him had suddenly shifted. The color drained from his face, leaving him pale and shaken as he struggled to process the revelation I had just delivered. It was as if the very foundation of his world had been rocked, leaving him reeling with the weight of the truth that now hung between us. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic reaction, unable to suppress a scoff. "Please, spare me the melodrama," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'

His gaze was deep and unreadable. "I… I—" My words were cut off. My eyes widened, my mind going completely blank, a loud buzz ringing in my head. After a long moment, long enough for me to hear the frantic pounding of my own heartbeat, Miles finally released me. "You… this isn’t… no, that’s not—" I stammered so badly I nearly bit my own tongue. Miles simply watched my flustered reaction, amusement flickering in his eyes. Panic surged through me.

I see her cheeks flush, and her eyes widen, like she’s suddenly struck dumb by whatever is going on in her mind. I feel a laugh building in my chest, but I hold it back. The tension between them is so thick, I could cut it with a knife. I look between them, smiling a little. This is the most I've seen Bridget flustered in forever. I clear my throat, and both of them snap out of their trance at the same time. They blink at each other awkwardly before Bridget finally steps forward, giving me a look that’s part surprised, part confused.

“You foolish woman… you still have hope in me…” I did say that. She heard me. Shit. She heard me. I walk to the desk and slam my fists against it. Once. Twice. Thrice. A maid opens the door in a panic. “Sir, are you—” “GET OUT!” She flees instantly. I groan. The air feels tight. My lungs are pressing against my ribs. I stare at my reflection in the blackened screen of the monitor. I look like a man who’s cracked from inside. Like a man who’s trying to stay composed in the middle of a storm but has already drowned.

"Fleur, why did you leave so suddenly? You didn't even talk to me." As my mind wandered, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. I instinctively shut my eyes, pushing away the thought of Fleur leaving without confiding in me about what Agatha had told her. It was a frustrating and nerve-wracking situation, and I couldn't help but wish for some clarity. I experienced a strong sense of annoyance and frustration upon the realization that Agatha was present and that all my plans had been ruined. This led me to strike the door of Fleur's room impulsively with my fist, releasing some of my pent-up emotions.

Frida's eyebrows just pull together, and an even B****** expression blossoms over her model-like features. She takes slow, steady steps towards me until we are about 6inches apart. I let some of my Luna power out at her blatant display of aggression. But she either doesn't feel it or doesn't care, because she doesn't react. She leans towards me before opening her perfect mouth.