I had a huge piece of cake with the cup of tea, and it took every ounce of courage to let it go. To be honest, it occurred to me that my eyes were locked on hers. The candles glowed in the dim candlelight, and I could only imagine what was going on in order to get her out of the room. I do n't know why she was so thrilled with the fact that she had no idea who he really was. The longer he looked at her, the more powerful I felt, like a knife slicing through my skin. It was a curse. She held out the cake, which only added a couple of candles to soften it.
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