S e l e n e
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Something about Killian was different. His dark, brooding stare lingered on me briefly. In just a second, I felt a familiar ache in between my thighs. I clench my tablet tighter to my chest, a bit light-headed from how fiery his eyes were. My attention darted to his fist, pale and clenched. I was certain his fingers could crush anything it desires, just as it could cherish.
Why did Killian appear even angrier than earlier? My heart skipped as Roselind leaned closer to me, her arm tight on mine. I had been too consumed by Killian’s rogue features to realize everyone was watching us. My stomach clenched as I was unable to ease my anxiety.
“Roselind is still royalty,” Killian finally said, his voice low and sharp. “You should always cherish family that care for you, Jasper.
