Marco's POV
‘Give Elara's head in exchange for revenge… It won't be betrayal because you don't love her…’
Ripped apart, I slowly drifted out of reality.
‘... You don't love her… Marco?!’
I don't love her. I silently repeated, hoping it would change the way it came off on me.
My skin literally crawled, and my heart raced for a minute… it was strange, too strange, that I reacted this way. Just maybe it was the sad look on her face when she eventually realized that she was bait…
But of course, I don't love her.
“Master?”
Her soft whispering drew me to her small pretty face, innocent blue eyes, lips swollen from my rough kisses, one she indulged.
“Do you want something?”
My mouth said the first thing it registered. I was still stuck in limbo. So I just stared and mopped.
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