Though she took pride in being a cold-headed woman, Milena was completely lost in the heat of the moment. Her lips were still hot, and she could barely process what he had just said when she was under his burning stare. She needed to remember how to use her lungs and breathe because that savage kiss had left her short-breathed. The young Duchess De Crescent could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She tried to regain a bit of her composure.
"W-what did you say...?" She whispered.
He was so close, she could feel the feedback of her own breath against her lips, and the cold blow that came from his. How come a man whose skin was so cold could make hers feel that hot?
"I thought you were going to die in front of me," he said. "Don't ever do that to me again."
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