Tara's POV
Dinner time approached, and, as expected, everyone insisted-well, everyone except me-that Mrityunjay should stay and eat. But, of course, he refused, citing work. Work, my foot! I knew exactly what work he had-twisting my face in irritation because I was still mad at him for pulling that stunt.
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