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'Bloody freaking hell!' I cursed as the carriage rolled and staggered a bit when it drove over a stone. The raging in my heart was too much to contain, and I needed an avenue to let it out.
Someone to hurt.
I swept my gaze towards Scarlett, who still laid beside me sprawled. Her dress hung across her waist, leaving her thighs exposed to my eyes and waiting for me to do it. Her red hair scattered against the cushioned chair of the dark brown leathered seat. But she wasn't what I wanted. She wasn't who I wanted.
No matter how hard I tried to, no matter how many times I had struggled to envision her as Miriam, it just doesn't work.
Because she was not Miriam.
Because she's not my new obsession.
I pulled her dress down to cover her exposed thighs before I straightened up even
