Chapter Sixty Four
How can one commit m*********r?
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Third Person’s Point of View
Blayze had paused, his forehead creasing.
Dyci seemed confused, and if it had not been with the knock that vibrated in the door, she would not have understood the reason why Blayze seemed disappointed. Normally, he always seemed to have control over who can and could not enter the room without his authority. To see him conflicted and seemed to have appeased the heat over his body, she knew that this was something of mere importance.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, head slowly sinking in his neck as he takes an aggressive sniff out of it. Dyci let out a chuckle, both with amusement to his action and her easily ticklish neck. A smile carved out of the King’s face, hands still holding her close. “I hated nothing m
