UNTAMED
An inexplicable curiosity, perhaps, about the woman who had dared to confront him so unrelentingly.
As he lay in his expansive bed, gazing at the ceiling bathed in the dim moonlight, Mace was well aware that he loathed this situation. He couldn't sleep, and it wasn't just because of Nysaa. It was the unfamiliar tug of emotions, the gnawing annoyance, and a tinge of curiosity that made slumber elude him.
Despite his frustration, he knew he needed to resolve the situation with Nysaa. He might hate to admit it, but her presence had become a lingering annoyance in his otherwise controlled life. It was an unwelcome disruption, and he couldn't allow it to persist.
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