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It was the first time she had seen Lord Ivan act like this, and the words he left her with had made it difficult for her nerves to stop malfunctioning….at least that was what it felt like to her, cause there was nothing more literal to explain why her heart hadn't calmed down, or why her skin still tingled relentlessly, despite being in his absence - but even in his absence, she felt haunted by other elements that are intrinsically associated with him.
Turning to both sides on the bed as if her body was restless, finding a comfortable position had been futile.
She was in his chamber, it smelled just like him. His favorite spot in the entire room was the dark shadowy corner where his Chaise lounge was located. If he wasn't on his bed attending to records with the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, he'd be slouching on his personal space, drinking some blood wine from his crystal goblet and irritating her with his endless commands.
