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SLAMMING INTO HER ROOM, she dropped her cup to the dresser and paced, trying to vent some of her rage. Heat built in her eyes. Goddamnit, the tears. Goddamn them. Calling them angry tears would be some consolation though that didn’t make her feel any better about herself.
Styx knew there was something between them. He’d sensed it apparently. That didn’t mean squat. As far as she was concerned, no one had a damn clue. Even she hadn’t known what it was until she had no avenue left but to admit it was nothing. Nothing. That was what existed between them and all that ever would.
“Tess…”
Flipping around, she burned her glare into Daire who’d managed to come into the room without making a sound.
As he began to close the door, she inhaled. “Don’t you f*****g dare close that door.” He pa
