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Liora's POV
I've seen a lot of people change moods, but not as fast as Evren’s. If he had been happy, I'd have said he did a 180, but this is a 90.
“Dang it, I should have known,“ he mutters under his breath, his grip on my hand tightening. It's not painful, but firm enough to know he's not happy. Even his eyes lose a bit of that silver.
The lady hurls herself into his arms before I can get a good look at her face. All I manage to see is her beautiful, shiny blonde hair that rests smoothly on her back.
For some reason, my chest twists as he makes no move to detach himself from her.
Tears even sting the corners of my eyes when his arms go around her slim waist.
They look beautiful and perfect.
Finally, after what seems like hours—long, torturous hours—they separate from their emb
