Marcus, a step ahead yet within her reach, spun around abruptly, and Millie found herself colliding with the fortress that was his chest.

“Oh…”

With a reflexive motion, Millie used her hand to extricate herself from his muscular armor, tilting her head upward to meet his gaze. Marcus’ eyebrows, previously at ease, arched upward.

“The woman you saw, Rylie, is Vincent’s wife,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of unshared secrets. “The fortunes of his family waned, and Vincent was sent to prison. My duty now is to safeguard her and her unborn child, to prevent Vincent’s soul from being tormented in his steel cage.”

He was elucidating the matter to her!

His unexpected and enlightening clarifications left Millie disoriented. There was an inexplicable magnetism to him, whenever she found herself in close proximity.

her like an unread Millie felt her cheeks flush under his unwavering gaze, unprepared for the raw openness he displayed, guiding her through the labyrinth of

she stammered, her eyes cast downward, too intimidated to hold

wish to express?” Marcus interjected, his fingers snaking

detached herself, playing deaf to his words as she

“Millie.”

She had mastered the

Millie also clenched her fists. Her attempt at evasion had failed; she halted

I

from chivalrous, he often taunted her without

sudden apology caught Marcus off guard. Had he cornered her into this admission? As he contemplated, a sharp

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