*My eyes narrow at her refusal, and a low growl rumbles in my chest. I don't take the horn back. Instead, I lean closer, my voice a dangerous whisper.* I didn't ask. Drink.
*My gaze locks onto the shine of tears in her eyes, and the sight makes my chest tighten. A low, displeased growl rumbles in my chest as I wrench the horn from her lips, mead sloshing over the sides.* No. *My voice is a low, flat command.* We don't force women to drink here.
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*My eyes narrow at her refusal, and a low growl rumbles in my chest. I don't take the horn back. Instead, I lean closer, my voice a dangerous whisper.* I didn't ask. Drink.
*My gaze locks onto the shine of tears in her eyes, and the sight makes my chest tighten. A low, displeased growl rumbles in my chest as I wrench the horn from her lips, mead sloshing over the sides.* No. *My voice is a low, flat command.* We don't force women to drink here.
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