CHAPTER 27 Who's Sofia?

  Flynn stepped forward and pulled Hazel into his embrace. His warm breaths sighed, spreading throughout Hazel's body, making her doubt once again.

  "W-what do you want from me, Sir?" Hazel's voice was soft, desperate, and hoping for an explanation she had long awaited. "Are you fucking playing with my feelings?" This time, Hazel released Flynn's embrace and pushed his body away. Hazel wasn't as strong as before. She had sworn to wake up from this illusion.

  "Hazel ...." Flynn couldn't answer. His heart felt like it was pierced by a dagger. How could those light words hurt him? "I didn't mean to toy with you."

  "Then, what happened between us? Why are you like this--"

  Instead of answering, Flynn now crushed his lips against Hazel's. Those lush lips. The lips he had yearned for since earlier this evening, after the afternoon had been conquered by the deadly charms of the virgin girl.

  Charms so intoxicating, and charms that had managed to save Flynn from Verona's trap.