His Sin

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rd me, waiting for me to delve m

er embarrassing confrontations with Cian recently. Every night I have attempted conversation with him, tempting him to speak, although he ha

in, he cannot be killed so easily, nor lose his state of m

ing up against the surface of the water beneath me.

ax in nature. We have been doing this since we were in school, bring snacks down, mostly at night to stare at t

that situation. You don't owe him anything,” Lev reminds me, laying back against

me so much. There are plenty of patients who cannot speak, yet Cian has taken my interest. Perhaps it’s because he is powerful, and he made a choice to enter

probably knows

mentions him in passing. Everyone else likes to pretend he doesn’t exist, avoiding

ing at me lightly. "I'm only saying tha

me, though, I don’t want to hear him rationalise this, already know it’s unreasonable that I’m so drawn to him. Cian must have realised that by

more friends

riend for so long, and I adore him. Even if I never found my mate, as long as

g about,” he jokes, although I sens

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rfectly on time, I wander down the hallway, glancing into the cells I pass by. Today, I’m taking a different approach to my meetin

st the wall with his legs outstretched in front of him, staring blankly ahead of him. Admittedly, every time I lay eyes on him, my heart flutters in the strangest way. He

in here. I sit there for a long moment, wondering what to say. Usually, it’s the same

r the exhaustion in my voice. I’ve indebted myself to what may be failure. And for what? Even if

e can, still skeptical of me working in the near vici

so long,” I note, recalling thoughts I’ve had since meeting him. He hasn’t once asked f

ime to give up on this hopeless theory that I can make him spe

for him to speak, but I can’t help myself but to say it. He could sit here for decades without saying a single word. Just as I was a

more words that feel adequate. Feeling his gaze on me, knowing he knows I’m here and that there is truly something going on inside his head is daunting. I’ve spe

ppose not," I mutter, holding his gaze with the sam

get him to trust me. No one, including Renna, needs to know about this. If they do, they will try to reach out to him, and then he will never open up to me. He watches

ere bored I would want to read it,” I tell him. Sadly, I don’t read much anymore. He doesn’t mo

udging me. He’s a pure-blood immortal who I doubt has any interest reading a

t the book, and then back at me again, the dark ends

making me shudder. “Before I have to