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    He thought about surprising her… but deep down, he knew she’d probably just look at him with that same nk stare. Terrence understood that Christina didn’t love him and might even dislike him.


    But he told himself it didn’t matter. Her not epting him now didn’t mean she never would.


    He believed that sooner orter she would belong to him, and no one would be able to take her away.


    Christina was, in his mind, destined to be his. He only needed time.


    Terrence learned Christina was in Jasgow, so he flew there straight away to see her.


    He wanted to tell her he was back in person.


    Terrence watched the scenery blur past the car window, a smile he could not hold back lifting his lips as happiness swelled inside him.


    The nearer he came to Christina, the more oddly nervous and excited he felt.


    Just thinking about Christina made the pain in his body feel less sharp.


    His grandfather had once ordered him to kill Christina, but he had never done it.


    He had thought that if Christina died, Dn would be crushed by grief, which would make it easier to kill Dnter. Yet he could not bring himself to sacrifice Christina merely to get to Dn.


    He had almost killed Dn in Lorbridge, but Dn’s luck had been too strong and he had escaped.


    Terrence had to admit Dn’s life was stubbornly resilient. Though Terrence had almost ended it before, Dn had been saved by King and given another chance.


    Terrence had searched everywhere for King, yet Dn could summon him without even trying. Life really had a cruel way of mocking him.


    His face darkened, and when he leaned back out of habit, a sharp sting shot through his body, forcing a quiet gasp from his lips.


    His brows knit together, and his eyes thinned with restrained frustration. This was the price he paid for going against his grandfather’smand.


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    Angry red welts covered his back, each one a reminder of the punishment he’d endured.


    In a twisted way, his grandfather still cared—at least enough not to have him beaten to death.


    If it had been anyone else who dared to defy the old man, they would have been long gone, chopped into pieces without a second thought.


    Yet even if that fate awaited him, he wouldn’t bend. Not for this.


    Not for anyone.


    He’d rather die a painful death thany a hand on Christina.


    From the very first moment he saw her, she had been like sunlight breaking through a storm—warm, blinding, and impossible to forget.


    For her, pain was nothing. The whip marks meant nothing. He’d take it all withoutint if it meant she stayed safe.


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