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055: When Confusion Becomes The Order Of The Night

Finlay chuckled after a short pause, assuming she was trying to be hilarious. He withdrew his hands from her shoulder and then grabbed one wooden stick of fire before holding it close to her face.

"I missed you,"

Ophelia wondered if this person had lost all sanity because she didn't know him. Wait a minute, could he be her captor or something? He was too good-looking for his own good with the longest sand-blonde hair she had ever seen for a man. Nevertheless, she couldn't trust him. It felt like he had so many skeletons buried in his closets and was trying to pretend.

"Missed me? I find this very confusing, sir." She said after looking away from his gaze and rubbing the side of her arm.

"You're my wife, am I supposed to not miss you?" Finlay used his free hand to pull her face back to his, wondering why she was being so strange.

"Come again, perhaps I might have misheard you," this time, Ophelia didn't look away. She held his gaze.

Amusement disappeared from Finlay's eyes as he wrapped
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