Marked by her rejected mate
Lilith shook her head, her expression conveying her negation.
With a tilt of his head, Xavier persisted, his voice laden with intrigue. "A late bloomer, perhaps?" His question probed deeper, searching for the truth behind her mysterious circumstances. Again, Lilith shook her head, confusion etching lines on her face.
Approaching her with his hands still concealed in his pockets, Xavier approached Lilith with purpose, his eyes fixed on her. He squatted down, positioning himself before her, and gently slid his fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. The coldness in his voice sent shivers down her spine, causing her to tremble in fear.
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