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Chapter 131: Speaking the Virtus's Language
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[Juliette’s POV]Ralph. He’s at the door. I jumped off bed and dashed to the door. But as soon as my hand felt the door knob, his voice came through from the other side. “DON’T.” I paused. Don’t? Don’t what?As if reading my mind, he exhaled and said, “Don’t open the door.” And before I asked why, he added, “It’s my punishment. For hurting you. So don’t let me see you.” I sniffed and wiped my face with my fingertips and unlocked the door. “I SAID ‘DON’T’!” he barked, and I halted once more, tempting to ignore him and open the door, and flung myself into his arms—I’m sure they’re open, waiting for me. “Jesus Christ, Juliette….” He sounded tired. And wounded. Like that stray puppy I found at the pathside of the college campus. I remembered how it shivered with fear and cold, its brown fur dirty and dusty. And my heart fell ten storeys. I want to get to him. But I'm also afraid that my aggression will push him away. So I stayed put. Silence ensued between us. And then he asked,
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[Juliette’s POV]And then it crashed onto me. Like a boulder. I observed those golden swirls in his eyes burning with hurt and that hurt clenched my chest. Utensils down and my mouth wiped, I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. ‘Growing up, I imagine the Virtuses as cold-blooded monsters,’ I began. Those brown irises dilated with fury, and I slipped my fingers through that large hand and rubbed my skin against his to calm the fire. ‘Because of all the stories I’ve been fed—we’ve all been fed.’ To his tensed jaw, I muttered softly, ‘I must speak for everyone, Ralph.’ ‘You’re not telling me that your father was fed the same story. He came to me with the aim of stealing my family’s land, Juliette.’ ‘I’m not saying—.’ ‘Stop defending him!’ Ralph jerked his hand out of my grasp, fuming. But his eyes never left me, which was a good sign. So immediately, I leaned forward and pleaded, ‘I’m not defending him.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to te
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