Author's point of view

“I won’t continue until you agree to play the game,” Zerina declared firmly, her arms still folded across her chest like a tiny general giving orders to her king.

Her lips formed the cutest pout that would have made anyone else laugh, but not Lysander. He blinked, completely caught off guard by her defiance. His brows twitched as he tilted his head slightly, watching her.

She wasn’t joking. That pout was real. That fire in her eyes was also real.

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