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There it is.
The truth she's been hiding from herself.
I stand. Cross the room. Stop directly behind her.
"You wrote yourself a roadmap, Scarletta," I murmur against her ear. "Every story. Every scene. Every filthy confession your characters made to their Doms so they could be shaped into something perfect."
I grip her hips.
"Now you're going to live it."
She's crying openly now. Silent tears streaming down her face, soaking the blindfold.
I turn her around to face me. Cup her face in both hands.
"But I need you to understand something very important."
I lean close. So close my lips brush hers when I speak.
"You arealreadyperfect."
