Chapter Thirty-Three: Demands
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POV: *Regin*
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I followed every rule after Beau had gotten violent. I wasn’t sure what scared me more: the moment he snapped or the behavioral switch he had the next morning. It felt like I woke up in the twilight zone.
He kept his distance for days as if worried he would offend me if he got too close, but it didn’t stop the nausea I felt when he started to touch me again. I tried not to tense every time his skin touched mine, but I couldn’t always control the way my skin seized up under his touch. He even attempted to hide his displeasure when it did.
Days later, I woke up, and he was his old self again. I wasn’t sure what had triggered it, but from the moment I woke up, even the atmosphere seemed different. Colder.
I was getting out of bed when
