72 As much as it shivered her, it soothed her soul for her mate bond and instincts were desiring his one gaze. The sound of his deep breathing developed a steel rod in her back. She sculptured there, under his scorching gaze that oozed hatred, despicable vex and a warning that clearly meant— run away! Yet all she did was, settle in a seat and open her bag, and drag out a book and her pouch. She pretended her best to seem she landed here unknowingly and acted as though sitting under his dark disturbing gaze was nothing. However, it worried her. His presence and his unblinking stare made her feel uncomfortable. She felt herself at his radar, but then also, she remained there, acting as if studying, engrossed in her book. The pretense seemed almost real. Real as if she was into books, yet all where her attention remained rooted was him... In the farthest corner, certainly stabbing her with the pointed daggers of his stare
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