“Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?” —Kahlil Gibran.
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Arabella watched as Jacqueline leave, her eyes dark and stormy, as she stared at her back. Vincent stood next to her, his body stiff and rigid. He looked clearly unperturbed by his supposed girlfriend's leaving.
"I am sorry, Arah."
"I am sorry too, Alpha Vincent."
"After all this s**t, you can just call me Vincent," he said to her as he took her hand in hers and gently stroked her palm. His eyes were a soft brown as he looked at her and Arabella's heart hitched. The way he was looking at her now, his eyes a golden brown... this was the way he had looked at her when they first met at his coronation ball. "Arah..." his voice was a gentle caress as he leaned closer to her. "Will you
