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The conclusion I might be is what causes me to renew my struggle harder. An urgency to get his hands off me.

Clarity like never before bleeds into my blood, to the depths of my soul, until I can no longer deny it.

I want Nova.

My villainous husband.

I need him.

“Let me go!” I scream in his face, bucking my body. “Stop! Red! I’m fucking serious. I am not yours!”

I’m thrashing so hard and violently that he has no choice but to relent this grip. As soon as I’m free, I slap at his chest. Through blurry eyes, the white mask taunts me and with an angry swipe, I pull it off his face.

So I can remember his features when I come for him for scaring the hell out—

My inner screaming, along with my physical fight, dies a rapid death when I gaze into a familiar pool of dark chocolate brown eyes. The bane of all my nightmares and dreams.

Am I hallucinating?

“Nova,” I hoarsely cry out.

A heady potion of stark relief and shock filters in over the thundering of my heart.

Breath leaving in a rush, mind foggy, I gulp at the sight of him and stare between him and the mask thrown to the side.

Did he follow me?

Trace my phone?

I can’t seem to care about anything other than he’s here, not some man I was going to regret ever wanting in the first place. It’s official.

Nova D’Cruz has absolutely ruined me for every single man.

The way he promised.

“You’re here,” I whisper, cupping his chiseled face.

“Always up to trouble,” he darkly taunts, gaze devoid of their signature cockiness. Swiping my tear away, he presses his wet thumb against my parted lips. “Whatever am I going to do with you, little hellion?”

Chapter Sixty-two

Rosalie

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sneaked out,” I twist my fingers in his hood and yank him closer. How did I not recognize him before? The signs were right there.

So many mysterious questions form on the tip of my tongue.

Mainly, how the hell did he know my exact location? Even if he had followed me to the club, no one but me knew about the hidden maze above. Among the crowd and darkness of the club, he couldn’t have kept his eye on me every second until I disappeared upstairs.

Currently, I just want to get away from here.

“Take me back, Nova,” I plead, kissing his mouth in apology for tonight’s mistake. My heart stops when he doesn’t return the kiss. Frowning, I pull back. “Nova?”

I gulp when he takes my wrist away from his face and pushes it against the wall beside my head. My thighs tighten around his hips when he steps closer until we’re flush against each other.

My racing heartbeat mingling against his steady one.

His silence is making me a nervous wreck.

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