#Chapter 112 Just an inch

Violet’s POV You knew this would happen. A remnant of a long-lost fear whispered in my ear, reminding me of the belief I once felt so strongly: that Theodore and I were only together because of a contract, a transaction, a business arrangement and that I would be smart to never become emotionally entangled with a playboy whose mate could walk into our lives at any moment. Just like this. I understood the fear. I remembered what it felt like when it was a much bigger part of me. It wanted to protect me, and its reasoning was valid. Back then. But much had happened since then. Things that caused the fear to lessen until it was nothing but an echo of what it had once been, buried beneath memories of the real love and mate bond that had blossomed between me and Theodore. The fear had been dulled with every heady gaze he offered me and every vulnerability he did me the honor of letting me see. It had been eased with the Shelter project that divulged Theo’s goodness he had hid