Gypsyweed - Syiir Lou

Gypsyweed - Syiir Lou

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Syiir Lou, a soft gentle person was kidnapped and tortured once. Now she is trying to lead a normal life but her overprotective Uncle Clark, is making it difficult. In addition to that his warm attitude towards her has changed, becoming more reserve and cold. Later, she knows why and so does the reason of her inner turmoil where he is concerned. Unknowingly, she is being targeted again. Clark's slow act might put her life in danger. Her missing protector is adding to the increasing problem. In the meanwhile, WPU - the group that attacked her before - is getting close on her. There is a mole among the locals supplying information to WPU. Will her protector, Hugo, be on time to protect her? What will Clark do when he finds the attackers abduct her once again? Time is crucial.
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"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

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