Chapter 887 I Don't Hate You

• Aris
• Posey is several seats away on the opposite side of the table and once again not even touching her food. Her collarbone is on display, and I hate it. I want to cover it with my hands and bury my face in the side of her neck, just once, just to feel that warmth and comfort again.
• She flexes her jaw before replying, “The spirit chose it. She wouldn’t let me leave the room until I put it on. She’s rather persuasive.”