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Soren wraps me in his arms from behind, kissing the side of my neck. “She will never try and hurt you again.”

Swallowing hard, I nod, turning around to face him. “About what she said…”

“I don’t remember anything, but I don’t want to go back there,” he says, running his teeth along his lower lip. The thought of her taking advantage of him makes me feel sick to my stomach. What kind of a monster was she? Why did I wait this long to do something about her? I should have told Rave to kill her a long time ago.

The tension between us builds until it becomes unbearable.

“We should go,” I whisper.

He scrutinizes me with narrowed eyes. “Let me take care of you tonight. You can hate me again tomorrow.”

I don’t hate him.

I never have.

I don’t think I ever could.

“I should be taking care of you after what she said,” I say, tears pooling in my eyes.

“Come on, we’re staying in my room tonight,” he decides, holding my hand and threading our fingers together.

Feeling vulnerable, I let him.

And when he zips us to his bedroom, I don’t fight him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Soren

I hate that Pandora heard what Ebony said.

And I had lied to her.

If I’m being honest, I had known something like that had happened, and sometimes my nightmares send me blurry images of her touching me and then on top of me.

I’ve never told a soul about that. It’s my dirty secret I’ve kept closed behind a locked door in my mind.

I don’t want Pandora to feel any more guilt than what she already does, and what her family did to me isn’t on her.

She has carried enough burdens, and now I’m here to take over.

Right now, I have my little witch in my room, and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t want to push her because I know how skittish she is, so I need to play this carefully. Handing her one of my tunics to sleep in, she goes into the bathroom to get changed. Ignoring my hard cock, I can’t look away from her as she steps out. Her bare legs are perfectly shaped and toned, her round hips hidden by the material. Her black hair is messy like she’s just been fucked, and I’ve never wanted anyone more.

“You got a new bed?” she asks, touching the dark-wooden headboard.

“Yes, new everything. You’ll be the only one whos been in it,” I say softly, hoping to make her feel comfortable in what is now also her bedroom.

She stays silent, not giving anything away.

“Do you need anything?” I ask, wanting to reach out and touch her but stopping myself.

“No, I’m okay. What’s this?” she asks, picking up my blackskull mask

My heart stops, and my dick gets somehow even harder.

Oh fuck.

I forgot to get rid of that.

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