Too Late: The Don Begs Forgiveness

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ted as little mo

es and stinging cuts that flared with every step. The silence was my shiel

er forgot his

as I was trying to slip out to the garden for

suit. Hair slicked back. The

n his hand-a small,

e lacking its usual venom, though the com

ared at his polished shoes

d, shoving the pouc

hit me instantly-sweet,

end

," he said, almost awk

ticulate drifted through the fabric. I didn't take it. instead,

ic to laven

he air, the rejected peace offe

ha

een for five years. If I touch that, my skin will bl

ing for a lie. But there was no lie to find-only

my body. He knew my silen

into irritation. He lowered his hand, shoving

uptly, punishing me with the change of

y. "My hands are injured, Ka

aving no room for argument. "You'll be inst

e scent of lavender trailing

of hay and leather was usually comforting, groundi

I saw

steps from the terrace, and

A vintage, velvet ridin

Mrs. Barnes had gifted me on my wedding day-th

the fabric strained across the chest, transform

" she asked, batting her eyelashes at Kaden. "I found

insult to his family's tradition. He di

.. vibrant

stable master brought out Obsi

master warned, struggling

nted, her finger acting as a com

is too strong for a beginner,"

m not a child, Harlow.

against the animal's spine, yanking on the bit. The horse pinn

t to do," sh

"Keep your heels down," I said. "L

he horse's ribs. Obsidian

mplained. "Get up here with me

angerous,

from the fence. "Stop mak

nd scraping again

aving me no space to breathe. My bandaged hands str

ns, trying to calm the animal. "Okay

e. Her perfume was suffocating,

than me, don't you?" she whispe

. I just wanted

to the left. With a cruel smile, she dug

red, screami

strength. Brittaney threw herself sideways, launch

ercing sound that shatt

anaged to stay mounted, clamping my knees desperately

shrieked, rolling on the ground, c

was perfectly fine. Ther

over the fence. His face was a

she was hurt. He

t time, I saw de

the guards, his voice ice