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He could still feel the subtle weight of her presence lingering, but he wasn’t about to let it distract him. Not again.

His voice wasn’t angry, just… hurt. “I thought I couldn’t,” she whispered. “I thought if I told you, everything would change.” He ran a hand through his hair, staring off into the night for a moment. “I felt it.” She frowned. “Felt what?” He looked back at the kids. “I don’t know what it is… but when I held her”, he motioned to Keira, “when she touched me… it felt like something clicked. Like a part of me knew her.”

I needed to feel his touch again. The thought hit hard, and I wanted to punch myself in the face. I closed my eyes, shaking my head once like that alone could push it away. It didn’t. Because it wasn’t just the kiss. It was him. Everything about him that I had been trying not to see, not to understand, not to feel. And now there was her. Standing where I shouldn’t have wanted to stand. Belonging where I couldn’t. “I actually let myself feel something for him,” I said under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “After everything… after everything he did…”

He took a long drink and let the whiskey burn his throat. The scent of her was fading. He could barely catch it now, just a ghost on the pillow where her head had rested, on the gown she had left folded on the chair. He crossed the room on unsteady legs and pressed his face to the fabric, breathing deep, trying to hold onto something that was already slipping through his fingers. The bond was still there. Faint. Flickering. But alive. She had not rejected him. She had not left him. Someone had taken her. He knew it with a certainty that burned in his chest like a brand.

he didn’t want to feel anything, especially when it came to her. but deep down, the unexpected encounter with her made his heart hope for something that left him broken but how can he ever forget his first

Seconds passed before he finally spoke, his voice low, almost steadying himself: > “Are you okay?” She nodded slowly, speechless. He glanced at her trembling hand, then released her gently, stepping back. Adjusting his sleeves, he said in his usual composed tone: > “I told you before — don’t touch anything without checking first.” Her gaze fell to the floor, her voice barely above a whisper: > “I thought I could fix it.” > “That thought almost cost us the entire system,” he replied coldly. He paused, then added — softer, but still without warmth:

She felt her entire body trembling when he almost crushed her jaws and then he abruptly left her chin. She was still able to feel traces of his fingers pressing into her skin. He was serious and he meant what he was saying and she was not going to escape from this predicament. She also felt an aura that originated from him that almost suffocated her that was not human like. Her tears threatened to fall but not for her unlucky day.

She left him standing there, watching her go, a churning mix of frustration and protectiveness and something else, something in his mind that he couldn't define. As she disappeared from view, he exhaled slowly and combed a hand through his hair. He did not trust her, not entirely. Still, there was something to her, something that felt unaccountably. familiar. And no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't shake the feeling that, despite all his doubts, he was somehow tied to her fate.

Her skin was the smoothest, and softest, and made him crazy. Her lips looked so appealing that he hardly restrained himself from smashing his lips on her pink plump lips. God Forbid him. She was Forbidden for him. He fisted his hands tightly and shook his head negatively at his thoughts. He shouldn't be having thoughts like this about her. Her Beauty was enchanting and that was something natural that did not fade away over time. She wasn't his. Whenever She cried, He cried. When She was in pain. He felt his heart get pierced by her sadness, tears, and wails.

But every word he said made her feel like the walls she had built around herself were crumbling. “I…” She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts. “I can’t… I can’t do this with you.” “Can’t do what?” he asked softly, taking another step closer. “Feel? Fight? Stay away? You don’t get to decide that alone.” Her hands shook. She wanted to push him, to shove him out of the room, but her body refused to move. Her chest felt too tight, her mind too cloudy. He was too close, too real, too… everything.