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VERONYKA

A day after the Royal Winder’s dinner, I sit at the table across Elijah. He cleared his throat before munching down on his extra-large burrito. who seem to have a problem with me since the guy had been avoiding me since that day he followed me into the forest. As much as I wanted to shield my eyes from his blinding charisma oozing off him this moment, apparently I still am that same lazy badass Veronyka who does not bow her head down to anybody nor shy away from any man even if they strip themselves naked in front of me, especially if it was Elijah.

The thought suddenly made me shiver. Not long after, I felt an intense heat burn across my skin. My face flushed and it subsequently forced me to rip my gaze off his wide, bulky chest. I squeezed my legs together while desperately trying to take an inappropriate image out of my mind. It had popped into my brain not too longer after I fixed my eyes on his annoyingly handsome face. His eyes, his lips. The way his muscles flexe