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"Get. Off. Me,
" Elara hissed, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. She scrambled
backward, nearly tripping over the hem of her silk robe as she retreated to the far side of the
room.
Victor slowly sat up, leaning back on his elbows. The exhaustion from the hospital was still
there, but his eyes were alive with a dangerous, playful spark.
"You’re the one who tackled me,
Elara. I was just sitting here, minding my own business.
"
"You were sitting on my bed in my house!" she whispered-yelled, pointing a trembling finger at
"The couch. Now. Before I call Julian and tell him to come over here with a baseball
the door.
bat.
"
Victor’s smirk didn't fade, but it turned a bit sharper.
"Julian isn't the one Father expects to see
coming out of this room in the morning. And u
