[Music Recommendation: Max Richter - And Some Will Fall]
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Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "Let go, Ivan. Let go of my hand."
Ivan's eyes widened at what she had just asked him, and instinctively his grip on her wrist tightened, "You...don't believe me?" he asked quietly.
And her blue eyes lifted to meet his, gleaming with hurt and disbelief, "Are you seriously asking me to believe you when you never denied drinking from another woman? Why are you trying to hide it, Ivan?" As Eve spoke, she felt anger rise in her at the mere thought of him with some other woman.
"Eve," Ivan pulled her towards him when she tried to free herself from his grasp.
He gritted his teeth, knowing she was trying to run away from him. As she struggled, the wildness he had safely tucked away from her and everyone else made his appearance.
Gripping both her shoulders, he stared at her with a mix of slight craze and desperation,
