•••Eric••• ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One thing was for certain: Genevieve definitely knew how to get under my skin. I wasn't a man of many words. Usually, a grunt, a glare, or a well timed flex of the jaw did the trick for me. But with her? With her, I found myself talking more than I did my entire life. "You're stupid if you think you can kill Vergil or escape this place," I said, taking a slow step closer to her. I tried to make my voice sound deep, dangerous, and commanding. The kind of voice that makes people tremble. "Don't think you're special just because you survived a night with him. Vergil plays with his food before he eats it." Genevieve let out a loud, dramatic gasp, putting a delicate hand over her heart like a theater queen. "Oh, stop it, you’re making me blush," she chuckled, her blue eyes dancing with pure mischief. "And please, don't tell me this is your twisted way of showing concern for me. Careful now, Eric. If you keep caring this much, that witch girlfri
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