"So, you think I'm pretty," I stated with a smirk.
He froze for a second, processing what I'd said and what he had said. He hid his shocked expression rather quickly- although it wasn't much of an expression. It was just a slight change in his stoic face.
"Let's not be silly. That was not what I meant to say, and you know it."
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Wyetta Zora was not like other honourable ladies. She was self-reliant, and a terrific archer. Being the only child of the Zora household, she was free to learn how to protect herself in the brutal world. One day a messenger arrived at their doorstep, carrying an invitation to the prince's birthday ball with him. At the ball, she felt so incongruous, until she met the unpleasant villager, who was also the prince's companion.
After getting into a feud with him, Lady Wyetta took off to the woods, only to come across a corpse that identifies as the villager. Soon, she realized she was set up when death threats, vicious letters, and imputations started heading her way. At the same time, she begins to uncover dark truths that was better hidden. Then, there was Prince Zyron, still believing that she was the murderer of his best companion. How would she handle it, when she was still recovering from the death of her best friend?
Warning : Deaths, blood, suicide, blackmail, violence, etc.
[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger.
I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?"
"I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?"
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared.
𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her.
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