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I have to move forward with my plan. I will not allow him to do what he is planning. I know in my gut that something is wrong and my gut is never wrong.

“As you wish,” I let out a defeated sigh and turn away and begin walking towards the door.

“Oh, and Titty,” I smirk before turning to face him.

“Yes,” my brows raise, my hands in my pockets.

“Don’t ever fucking call me old man again.”

I slip my hand from my pocket, pressing my two fingers to my brow line and salute him. “Whatever you say,” I say with grimace, my lips pressing into a thin line and I turn and walk out of the room and towards my room.

I need to speak to Nate.

And then I need to speak to Amora.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

AMORA

I’m pacing.

Up and down.

Down and up.

Replaying what happened only moments ago over and over.

The way his eyes devoured me. Raking up and down my body.

Did I tease a little bit? Yes.

Did I want him? Also yes.

The way we were so, so close to his lips being on mine. Consuming me wholly.

But once again, my father ruins it.

In an instant. He ruins it. Every. Single. Time.

I have never lost my virginity.

I have never been kissed because of that damn man.

I continue pacing. My hands in my hair as I tug at my root. My heart fluttering and skipping a beat in my chest occasionally when I think back to the way his hand cupped my cheek, my skin flaming under his touch. Could he feel it? Did he feel the same spark that ruptured inside of me as soon as he touched me?

Or was I another notch on the bedpost?

I still.

I turn, facing the window and overlooking the orchard that I was in only moments ago.

He doesn’t seem like the ‘notch on the bedpost’ kind of guy, but then who was I kidding? I didn’t know him from Adam.

He was my bodyguard.

And what did it matter now that my father was sending him home.

Whatever this was between us is no more.

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