My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian
she whispered.
I stepped back. The movement was sharp, making her hand fall away and hit her side with a dull thud. My heart was slamming against my ribs, a frantic, rhythmic drumming. I didn't believe her. I couldn't. I sensed the strings. I sensed the manipulation, the way she was trying to find a soft spot in the armor I’d spent weeks building.
"Don't," I said, the word catching in my throat.
Irina stayed where she was, her arm dropping to her side. She didn't argue. She didn't try to close the distance again. A single, heavy tear escaped her eye, tracking a path through the dried blood on her cheek. She swallowed hard, the muscles in her throat working.
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