Chamal
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“Do you know what I hate more than anything?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
“Lying.”
“And the worst kind,” he said, voice velveted with something colder, “is the kind that thinks it can fool me. The kind that smiles so sweetly, so innocently, right before sinking its claws into me.”
or: she plays the brat, thinking it’s the easiest way to get what she wants. But sweet lies come with a price, so Caleb makes sure she remembers what real punishment feels like.