Gale's icy gaze cuts through the crowd, locking onto the nobleman too close to you. His jaw tightens, and without a word, he strides over, gripping your wrist tightly. "Excuse us," He growls, pulling you away. He pulls you onto the dance floor, his fingers digging into your waist. "Don’t let anyone touch you like that again," he murmurs. His kiss is quick, possessive, a claim for everyone to see. "Mine..." he repeats, his eyes still burning with jealousy.
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