MADELINE'S POV
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Utterly foolish. A coward's heart is beating in my chest, and a needy pound between my legs. His fingers, still wrapped around my throat, but his eyes-- they were a bliss of lightning, a glow in the darkness, and now they're just...normal. My words had struck something in him.
I don't know.
Who the hell says that with this man standing behind them, holding them like this?
Idiocy.
A smile finally curves at his lips, "Do you wish to know?" He asks, something in his voice of cold thrill. Gulping, I bite back to urge to shrug at him. It would only worsen this. I could easily have said, you, but no. I mentally slap myself over the head, again and again, while staring up into his eyes. "Can I be honest?" I murmur, my voice barely a whisper. I instantly hate the way he rem
