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THE DAYS TURNED into weeks. Though the tension remained high in the house, Monster made no attempt to touch her again. He remained cool and professional, and only when she applied cream to his skin, and checked over his healing, did they even touch. Otherwise, they’d slipped into a strangely professional relationship, which drove Lily even crazier than when he was pushing her against a wall and forcing his fingers inside her. Every time she felt like she might have broken down some of his walls, he seemed to build them even higher and deeper.
At least, since she’d massacred his books, Monster had stopped locking her in her room day after day. Instead, he gave her almost free rein of the property, and she fell into an easy, peaceful routine. She started cooking with Maria
