Helena’s POV Liard didn’t move, didn’t speak. He only watched me, his golden eyes dark and unreadable, a slow tension rolling between us like a brewing storm.I forced myself to breathe, to steady my racing heart. But the weight of my decision pressed down on me, suffocating in its intensity.I swallowed, forcing my voice to work.“So,” I murmured, barely above a whisper, “now what I ask him again?”His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, his gaze never leaving mine.“Now,” he said, stepping closer, the heat of his body brushing against me, “we stop pretending.”A shiver raced down my spine.I didn’t move. I should have, but I didn’t.“Is that what this is?” I whispered. “Pretending?”He reached for me, his fingers ghosting over my arm, sending fire skittering through my veins.“Yes,” he murmured. “And I’m tired of it.”My breath hitched as he traced his fingers along the edge of my jaw, his touch both reverent and possessive.“You’re all I think about, Helena,” he confessed, his
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