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Chapter 129: Talk, Talk

Florence's POV

My jaw slacked as the heavy iron gate creaked open, revealing Nicholas on the other side. He wasn't dressed in his usual regal attire, but in simple brown trousers and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms. In his hands, he carried a small, foldable table and a wicker basket overflowing with what looked like… food.

His intoxicating scent quickly filled the room. This couldn't be real. Sunlight streamed through the barred window, illuminating the spread he was setting up on the table. There were even flowers – delicate white lilies – in a crystal vase. Even though my prison cell doesn't stink and is only filled with dust, I didn't think he would come here to…eat.

"Nicholas?” I asked in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He straightened, his gaze locking onto mine. He gestured to the makeshift table. "My wolf seems restless. Mates are supposed to meet, are they not?"

Mate. The word felt foreign on my tongue, a cruel jok
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