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Someone that I need to protect, not harm.

In my heart, I can’t help but think that if someone took my sister, I would want to kill them. I have to respect her and treat her gently, regardless of the business plan and the issues I have against her brothers—I can still have respect for Ruslana.

With one last look at her, and my body filled with desire, I turn away from her watchful eyes and start getting ready for the day.

She sits quietly on the bed, not moving or speaking until I’m done. She looks upset, but I can’t figure out why. She should be happy that I didn’t force anything on her or make her do something that she would regret.

The air in the room feels heavy and uncomfortable. I don’t want to leave her like that—so I pause in the doorway, sighing softly.

“I’ll see you later on this evening, Ruslana.”

She smiles, tight and insecure. “Ok. I hope you have a good day,” she replies. She’s clutching the blanket against her body as though it was providing security.

I can’t believe I was so wrong about her all this time.

I’m seeing her from a completely new perspective.

One that, unfortunately, makes me want her even more.

Chapter 12 - Ruslana

I wait until Avraam is long gone—his footsteps no longer on the stairs and the front door closing behind him, before I let the blanket drop away from my body. I can’t believe that just happened.

I feel an overwhelming mix of emotions.

Embarrassed, rejected, confused, turned on and angry.

I don’t understand why he backed off like that—in a hurry, too. It’s like he couldn’t wait to get away from me.

The way I see it—I am more trouble than I’m worth to him.

He only wanted to be with me because I was around. An easy option. It makes me think that he would just take any girl—just because it was convenient. But I’m suddenly not convenient.

And he’s not interested.

The fact that he came to his senses and realized that he didn’t want me after all—it stings.

But at least I know the truth now.

There iszero connection between us.

It was just a brief physical attraction from his side, and it’s gone now that he knows the truth about me.

I mean, any man would have been tempted to be with a girl who was sleeping next to him. It doesn’t make me special that he wanted me in the first place.

I sigh loud and dramatic, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity.

Throwing my legs off the side of the bed, I walk in huffed steps all the way to the bathroom.

Glaring at myself in the mirror, I blurt out, “you are an idiot, Ruslana.”

My own reflection stares back at me. Looking annoyed and angry.

Whatever.

This is stupid, anyway. I just want to go home.

I pout my bottom lip out and head back into the bedroom to get dressed.

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