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Where he goes, I go.
If he dies, I die.
I'm with him or not at all.
The screen flares to life, and I see him.
The ache in my heart becomes more pronounced as I let my greedy eyes roam over his form. And there it is—in the open for everyone to see.
The necklace.
His shirt has a v neckline, revealing his smooth skin and sexy collarbones, but most of all, it shows that damned stone resting against his flesh.
I refuse to let it affect me.
Putting on a strong front, I watch on, curious to see how everything will play out.
Michele had explained that the first phase was meant to rattle him only, making him answer questions about me. For each wrong answer I will get shocked by one of his men.
The prospect of pain is not particularly appealing, so I do hope Raf won't get any wrong.
But if he does…
Then I want to see the regret on his face. I want him to hurt too.
Another crumb falls to the ground.
The questionnaire starts easy enough, but I'm surprised by his answers.
He counted the freckles on my face?
Somehow that one piece of information makes me blush to my roots, warmth unfurling in my belly.
Raf has an answer to every question, and I become increasingly confident that hemightchoose me.
"What's her greatest fear?" Michele asks.
"Having her control stripped from her."
I blink twice.
"Wrong," Michele announces before I feel the cold metal against my skin, electricity going through my body in rippling waves.
Momentarily, I start convulsing, unable to control myself.
Even as the man steps back, my body still reels from the shock waves.
I breathe sharply, sweat clinging to my forehead from the effort. But most of all, there's a sadness to realizing he couldn't getthatright.
Blinking away tears, I raise my gaze to the screen, conveying everything I feel through my gaze.
"How is that not correct?" Raf demands.
"It's simply not," Michele replies.
The words I'd written on the piece of paper flash back to me.
Him.
