ESSENCE I had barely taken more than three steps when a sudden yelp cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. I turned quickly, only to see Angel sprawled ungracefully on the ground, her designer bag flung to one side, and her ego bleeding more than her palms. And who, you ask, was the noble force responsible for such glorious justice? Lucian. My husband. He was already striding toward me, his eyes narrowed with purpose. I blinked, unsure if I should be mad, shocked, or flattered. Then he was standing in front of me, his voice gentle but firm. "Did you really slap her?" I looked up at him, chin raised, defiance coursing through every inch of my body. "Yes, I did. And what are you going to do about it?" For a second, silence. Then he reached for my right hand, the one I had used for the slap, and gently held it in both of his palms. "It must have been this hand," he said, his eyes focused on my palm as though it had just saved a nation. "Tell me, does it
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