Page 34 of King of Sin

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"What?"

"Do you want to see a therapist? Cry? Throw things? Scream into a pillow?" Amara offered. "I'm here for you."

She bumped her shoulder against Juliet's.

"If you want to cry, go ahead. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Juliet stared at her for several long seconds.

Then she slowly lifted a hand and touched the bandage on her forehead.

"Cry over him?"

Amara nodded cautiously.

Juliet looked genuinely horrified.

"Why would I cry over that man?"

Amara blinked.

Juliet pushed herself upright.

"He publicly humiliated me and expected me to marry him anyway."

The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded.

Then suddenly, something occurred to her.

Her eyes lit up.

A slow, dreamy smile spread across her face.

"Wait."

Amara immediately looked suspicious.

"Oh no."

Juliet completely ignored her.

"I think this means I can actually choose who I marry now."

Amara groaned.

Here we go.

Juliet immediately started counting on her fingers.

"What about Chris? He's handsome."

"He’s a stripper!"

"Then maybe Edward."

"He’s a playboy, God damn it."

"What about Ryan?"

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