Chapter 23

  Lorenzo's POV

  Elena was almost at her door when I reached out and snatched her wrist.

  "Have mercy," I whispered low in her ear, offering her a slow, crooked grin.

  "I'm a poor, grieving soul, Lena. Surely you won't cast me out into the cold?"

  I heard her inhale a deep, shaky breath, but she...

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