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Chapter 132

Silence settled into the dressing room for the longest period. Bellatrix was frozen, caught off guard by the fact that she'd tripped over her own foot, and the fact that she was now face to face with Cillian. His face was so close to hers and although she has been this close to him several times since she returned, this was the only time she wasn't itching with the urge to snap his neck, and that gave her the opportunity to really see what was in front of her. Cillian was attractive, there was no doubt about that. But it wasn't a shallow kind of attraction. It was the kind that was rooted deep. His features were sharp, like he was chiseled out of stone. His brows were thin, but the curve was perfect. They drew a clear line, defining his forehead and drawing attention to his eyes, those eyes that she could have stared at forever in the past. But now, when she looked into it, she only saw a reflection of the betrayal she'd suffered. Snapping out of her daze she pushed herself off his bod

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