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Liora's POV
As I walk back into the more organized courtroom, Mr. Davis apologizes to the judge for our lateness. I barely hear any of it. I'm more focused on Ronan's face. As expected, his lips are curled up in that menacing smirk, his eyes not failing even once to roam over my figure.
A shiver travels down my spine with every movement of his eyes. My blood chills, but just as agreed with Evren, I don't let it show. Instead, I force myself to take a deep breath. Let it out. Another one, and then boom!
My lips arch in the most confident smirk I can muster. My shoulders rise as a queen, walking to take her place at her throne.
My actions bring out the expected reaction from Ronan, whose smirk drops. His eyes narrow as he tries to study me, probably wondering why I'm being smug inste
