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His voice sounded strangely soft, different from up there. Honest. And it triggered that slight, addictive pain in my chest that I had first felt on the evening of the winter ball.

I hadn't even looked at him yet.

“Something's wrong with him.”

Now my head shot up.

His eyes reflected the concern I had heard at first.

Miles was worried. About me. And he had brought Mica into it. The man I was trying to entrust my heart to. Someone who really deserved it, who wouldn't play with it.

But then Miles came along, a player, a damned Ruisangor.

Damn it, couldn't he just hate me? Or avoid me? Or do something that made me angry? that made me hate him?

But worry?

“That's what a Ruisangor tells me,” I said, raising my eyebrows to hide my confusion.

Miles smiled, and my heart pounded against my chest.

“An extremely charming Ruisangor who doesn't want you to throw your life away.”

I had expected anything but that. Not that, damn it.

My eyes felt watery, and anger and pain, in the form of a burning throbbing, rushed through my veins, mingling with this incredibly strong longing.

My emotions paralyzed me, making me look at Miles for the thousandth time.

“One who would prefer to keep you here.”

He slowly stepped closer, a shadow crossing his now fixed expression, and my irregularly pounding heart threatened to explode.

“In a dark, twisting passageway, hidden from the world.” He swallowed. Hard. “Just for me.”

The forbidden throbbing between my thighs, triggered by his even more forbidden words, robbed me of the last remnants of my clear thinking.

Images flashed through my mind. Images of Miles’s possessive hands gripping my heated thighs as he pressed me against a wall, his lips ensuring that no one heard my desperate moans.

How far would he go if I didn’t stop him?

Shock about myself sent me into a state of physical paralysis.

I tore my eyes away from his, like a knife out of my chest, and it tore me apart on the inside. I said no to something, did the right thing, but it hurt.

Why did it hurt?

Worse still, it caused me serious pain to remain strong.

“Damn it,” he whispered, his rough voice feeling so close, wandering over my neck, giving me goosebumps and making me gasp for air. “I wish you would believe me just once.”

He stepped back and the pain grew, even though I could now breathe better without inhaling the masculine almond scent with every breath.

I gathered all my strength and promised myself to stay strong as I looked at him one last time.

The pain constricted my throat.

It was chaos. His code name reflected what he triggered in me.