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Tiara felt her pulse quicken as Enzo's towering frame loomed over her again. The casual arrogance in his stance was enough to make her want to shrink back, but she didn't move. Her mind raced to figure out what she had said wrong. Why was it always like this with him? One minute she thought she could breathe, and the next, he was there again, pressing his authority over her, suffocating her in his presence.
"What did you just say?" he asked, his voice low, a dangerous edge to his tone.
Her breath hitched, eyes widening slightly. She replayed her words in her mind, frantically searching for the one that might have set him off. Was it when she said she wasn't going to meet him again? Maybe that had struck a nerve. But why? He was acting like they were bound to each other, like their paths were destined to cross again. And she couldn't for the life of her understand why.
