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Lirael's POV

Her mouth fell open. "You've got to be kidding me. Do you still think I'm stalking you? I didn't know this was one of your clubs. I didn't even know you owned clubs."

The glittering strobe lights reflected in her eyes, distracting me from her reply, and we stared at each other for a heartbeat that seemed to last too long. Then she wet her lips. "What do you want to talk to me about, Lirael?"

"You know, your attitude leaves a lot to be desired," I said.

"So does yours."

I moved closer, tipping my head toward hers and enjoying the way her eyes flared and her pulse fluttered in her throat.

"What attitude is that?"

"Constantly accusing me of trying to manipulate you. And never saying you're sorry."

"You want an apology?"

Her chin tipped up. "It would help."

"Why?"

She blinked at me. "Because... you're wrong. And because..." Her gaze dipped, then rose to meet mine. "Because you hurt me." Emotion threaded through her voice.

I brushed my thumb over her cheek, then pressed it to