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I try to maintain my smile. “I know it was you. See, I might not have great attention to detail, but your eyes kind of gave you away. Don’t worry, Jeremy is none the wiser. He did suspect that someone came into my room, but I was able to derail his attention and—”

One moment I’m talking, the next a hand slams against my mouth.

Like last night.

He physically jerks me sideways so that my back hits the wooden pillar of the gazebo.

Only, this time, it’s his bare hand on my mouth and I’m breathing straight through his fingers. Gone is the scent of soot and leather. Right now, he smells like clean clothes out of the dryer mixed with his natural spicy scent.

“What do you want?”

His question takes me off guard. Not just because he spoke in that gravelly, deep, and hot British accent, but also due to the fact that he thinks I’m telling him all this because I want something.

“Mmm,” I mumble against his hand.

“I’ll only let you talk if you tell me what you want. If you chatter on, I’m going to shut you up again.”

I nod once and he releases my mouth slowly. Though instead of stepping back, he remains so close, it’s hard to breathe properly.

Sometimes, I think he knows exactly what type of effect he has on people—and me—and still does this on purpose.

He still barges in uninvited with the sole intention of leaving a trail of devastation behind.

“Why did you come to the Heathens’ mansion last night? Why did you burn the annex house? I didn’t think you had a problem with the club or its members. You’re not even part of the Elites, so it doesn’t make sense that you would want to do that, right?”

He reaches his palm out again, but I put both my hands up. “Okay, okay. There’s no need to shut me up, but I can’t tell you what I want unless you confess the reason.”

He stares at me. Blankly. His ‘no’ is obvious.

I sigh. “Then I guess I’ll tell Jeremy about how you not only burned his property but also snuck into his sister’s room.Le sigh. I can’t guarantee he won’t be all savage.”

“If you wanted to tell him, you would’ve already.” The calm, rich timbre of his voice echoes around me like a song.

The one that haunts my waking and sleeping moments.

“I only wanted to give you a chance, and I did, but you chose not to take it. That’s just sad. One last chance to change your mind?”

“Tell him.”

“You…you’re bluffing.”

“You are.”

“W-what?”

“You hate conflict so much that you hide from it like Little Miss Ostrich. That’s also why you didn’t let that guard come in last night, then covered for me. It’s completely out of character for you to personally create conflict, so yes, you’re bluffing, Annika.”

My lips fall open.

Oh. My. Tchaikovsky.

Please tell me I’m not dreaming and that he actually said a whole paragraph. Oh, and he knows this much about me.

I didn’t think he really knew anything about me, let alone my character.

Maybe I underestimated just how attuned to details he is.

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to tell me the reason yet. We’ll get to that someday.” I link and unlink my fingers on my lap. “But you asked me what I want, right?”

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