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uldered, with hair as black as a moonless night and eyes the color of a storm cloud. He smell

e bloody bandages wrapped tightly around my torso. His face was all sharp angles and brutal beauty, twisted in absol

ne-deep thrum in my marrow when a savage, tearing

ind: a face, a voice-my own-saying, I may never be your wife

unge of a blade

chest remained-and flared again, hot and fresh

tantly provided the identity of the threat. This

already dead. To him, this was just anoth

Ariel," he stepped closer, the oppressive

his posture. He was watching me, waiting for me to break down c

t weak. It wa

stare. The kind I used to pin a

fusion?-crossed his features before being locked down again behind a ma

heavy, dark wood furniture. Threat assessment complete

ical high ground is paramount. I pushed myself up, biting the inside of my cheek until it ble

rasp, completely

have the wr

en, the contempt on his face cur

laugh. "You schemed, you lied, and you clawed your way to get this marriage. Let me remind you exactly who you are d

d wrist like a manacle. A wave of raw power, an almost physic

t. My free hand moved, not with brute strength, but with speed and precision. My fingers dug viciously into t

pected physical resistance, much less a calculated, techn

out of his reach, my

nto a physical brawl, a sharp knock

le voice called out. "T

irt, a king reassuming his throne. He gave me one last look-convinced I was still scheming, but h

opping to a lethal whisper. "Keep playing these mind games, Ariel. See whe

of the room, the door clicking shut

resence vanished, leaving me a

he room. A fatal stab wound miraculously healing. No chip. An

y brain? That was a losing bet from the start. The deck was stacked agains