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“I can be kind, soft, and caring. But what I can't be is pretending that I like you.” Noura circled me like I was set to be sacrificed. Her eyes are not leaving mine.

Ryker sat at the head of the table in the middle of the room, his face straight while a glass of wine twirled between his fingers.

“You weren't in the field yesterday, why?” Shock smeared my face as my eyes lifted to meet Ryker's gaze. His lips set into a thin line before turning to the side.

“Speak!” Azira ...