Under the Veil
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"I can't say a single word," she whispered.
"Why the secrecy?" he pressed, his heart throbbing with anguished anticipation.
"Because this is my burden to bear, and trust isn't something I can afford right now."
Her words pierced through him like a relentless barrage of daggers. He clenched his fists, his gaze locked onto her eyes, dark as rich chocolate. A lump formed in his throat, choking back the words he longed to utter.
"But I'm willing," he finally confessed, his voice heavy with longing.
Her tense body relaxed slightly at his admission, but the vulnerability was not an option. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze.
"If you truly are, then my secret will find its way to you. And when it does, you'll come for me."
"Only when fate decrees," he replied, a shiver of thrilling uncertainty coursing through him.
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