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Chapter Forty.

Zorien’s POV.

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Is it because of this insane curvaceous body of hers? What is it that’s driving me so damn jealous and infuriated for no coherent reason?

“What is it about you, about his shrimpy body of yours that has those fools crazy intoxicated in you?” My voice rolls rancidly sweet as I replace my hand on her ankle with my knee. A crackling gasp arcs her body from the weight I grudgingly bear down her ankle and her tears swarm to a spill.

‘You restrict her freedom, bear chains down her limbs, and throw a tantrum when she embraces the arms of a savior, fit enough to profess and promise a love you’ve never graced before’

Enough!

“Let go of me!”

I’m caught off guard by the propulsion of red flames that shove me off her at once at the call of her cry. A force so powerful that it hinges me into the wall...just how many mysteries are there to this single feeble pup?

The tears and remorse in her eyes as she still forgets what I am and what I can do to her while she comes to
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