Scarlett's POV
A few minutes later, Nathan held me tightly, as if I might disappear at any moment. "Why is this happening to you?" he asked, kissing the top of my head. His back was leaned against the headboard, and I was sitting on his lap, my head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.
"What do you expect from a devil's wife?" I murmured.
"Don't call yourself that. You are no longer married to the devil, okay?" he replied, and I chuckled.
"But he still has control over me."
"I don’t understand."
"I don't even know how to explain it to you, Nathan. Can we not talk about this?" I said, looking up at him.
"We have to. I need to know what’s going on. Let me in on it, please," he insisted, so I nodded and laid my head back on his chest.
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