Katrina’s POV“What about my necklace?” I implored, my fingers going upward to play with the stone.“You appear scared anytime you notice me peer at it,” he muttered in observation as my irises darted every which way.“No I am not,” I lied once again.“You are,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on my jaw. “Like now.”“How do you know that?” I interrogated, trying to shake my head out of his hold but that proved futile as his grip proved strong.“Your lips might lie Katrina,” he smirked, eyes continuing to darken with every second that ticks by, my heart beating at an intense pace as tension cracked in the air. “But your eyes’s can’t.”“I am not lying my king I am—-”“Shhh,” he cut me off, his lids clamping short as he inhaled sharply. “I hate liars Katrina.”“I’m so sorry my king I—”“I shushed you dear one,” he murmured, eyes still shut and to my relief, his hand on my jaw released it but that relief got snatched away as he pressed his forehead to mine, our faces sticking together as hi
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