Flavours of love
I huffed, "because I will never marry a man in this... cult."
"Cult?" Dad laughed.
"I want nothing to do with this circle you guys are a part of. Where all people care about is wealth and showing off and talking about each other."
"You're no saint, Camiela. You're one of us," Derek pointed out.
"Not by choice. If I had the choice, I would have disappeared," I said through gritted teeth, jabbing my knife towards him before feeding Khan the last bite. "I'll get you ice cream in a little bit, I promise," I said, wiping his mouth clean and then planting a quick kiss on top of his head.
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