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18 - He Alone Makes Up What He Is

"WHEN I got here this morning, I didn't wake you up. You look tired from our long journey from Spain, how are you doing?" Kleve asked. She approached him on the veranda this afternoon while he's sipping wine. He stood up and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

She remembered her intimacy with Cuhen and the kiss it had given her, and it made her cheeks flush. She hates it! Why aren't her body, mind, and heart working together as they should? She's angry at herself. When she awoke earlier, she was already dressed and in her room. She despises herself!

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" She moved her gaze to Kleve. Her conscience is devouring her.

His jaw clenched, and he drank the water in a bottle. "I'm going to kill him!"

What Cuhen had done to Kleve had her wondering. Since when is Kleve able to speak in this way? Kleve is a calm, good-natured, and smiling individual. Like the princes in her fairy tale books as a child

"I'm not going to let him ruin my life; I'll make him pay," he declared loud
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