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LISA I couldn’t understood what was happening, one second I was scared for my life, thinking Rhysand would actually go through with his threat and kill me. Then it felt like hot boiling water had been poured on me. It took Rhysand touching me for me to realise the heat wasn’t external. I was the one boiling up. It wasn’t the temperature. That much was obvious. Rhysand didn’t even have a bead of sweat on his forehead. He looked normal. Which meant, this was just me. God, I hoped it was’t some type of pregnancy symptom. I often hear people that are pregnant saying they are always hot. But it has never seemed this extreme. The cold water did very little to help with how I was. But I was still glad for it. I couldn’t exactly complain. I couldn’t imagine how horrible it would be if I was ju

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