“I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?”― Jess C. Scott.
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Alastair looked at Arabella, his eyes narrowed. He should have put two and two together. For the goddess' sake, he was a spy. What kind of spy couldn't find out the woman he liked was someone else's mate.
"You are Vincent's mate, aren't you? You are Arabella. The one- the one who died." Alastair said with a wince. Just thinking that she was Vincent's mate was killing him. But knowing that she would willingly walk into danger, made him feel prouder about who she was.
"I am," she stopped and took in a deep breath, and walked towards his room. He followed her, wondering what she was doing. "I am also rather hurt," she whispered as she sat down on the single mattress that was pushed up against the wall. The
