RIVENNA’S POV.
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Rivenna stared at Vaughn in awe; she could see the outright devotion on the male's face as his rough, calloused, yet warm hand caressed her face.
She could see the anger he held in her place.
Why did his words and touch make her want to confess everything she had been keeping to herself? Why did he make her want to lean on him?
But this one daunting thought had come back, knowing this was the exact way Wren had taken root in her heart.
Just a small kindness he’d shown her had made Rivenna fall deeply.
It had made her give up her inhibitions when he was around. She couldn’t make that mistake again.
“I never trust the words of males driven by power because that is what you all want in the end.
You trust your sweet nothings with lies and make women swoon,” Rivenna
