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Twelve
Roman’s POV When Cleo was dropped with the bombshell that her father could indeed be Hades, it floored her. We had spent the entire evening talking between us about how it could possibly affect her, and as a result we were beginning to get on really well. That was until I told her she was staying in my room for the duration of our stay. She threw the mother of all strops claiming all I wanted was to f**k her, when in reality I wasn’t like that. After giving her my word that I wouldn’t touch her, she finally drifted off to sleep. She didn’t have to like it, but she needed to accept it. She would soon come to realise I always stuck by my word. I watched silently as she fidgeted in her sleep, her bond seeking out mine. I smiled to myself as she shuffled closer and closer only settling once h
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