Nicholas
I feel anxious today, and that woman's face still plagues me. The way she fell from that damn tree into my arms, how she hung onto me, and her smell —she smells nice, like lavender and peppermint.
She f*****g hit me with a shoe, I suddenly recall. Does she know who I am? I'd punish her for that, but I didn't want to waste my breath on her.
Mate. I snort, thinking about that. That brat can't be my mate.
But she is, my subconscious barks.
No, I don't want her. I wasn't even attracted to her.
Blade had asked me if she was telling the truth, but I said she was just crazy.
What did Clark call her again? The name is there at the tip of my tongue, but I can't remember it,
'Jamila,' Nico whispers. He's been too quiet since we left the Clark manor last week.
Yeah, Jamila.
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