The next, she was pinned against a tree, a body of heat and power pressing into her, a low growl curling against her ear. You can run, little princess, a voice rasped, deep and dangerous. But you were never going to escape me. She bared her teeth in defiance, forcing herself to meet your glowing gaze. I'd rather die than belong to you. Your lips curled into a wicked smile. Oh, Seraphina..but you already do.
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