Freda’s POVThe floor shifted under my feet. I had never healed someone with the rate of injury Craig had. It had drained every part of me, but if the occasion called for it. I was going to do it over and over again. Clayton stood in front of us, his eyes wide in excitement, then he pointed at me. “I want her too.”Craig didn’t let the words land before pouncing on him. Clayton crashed on the floor, taking with him a few pieces of the furniture in the room. He groaned. I started to get myself back, and my hand balled into a fist. I wasn’t a thing to be owned by him. He smiled. “Don’t tell me this is the one with the mark? The one the prophecy claimed would defeat me.” His eyes trailed all over me. “She looked kind of little to defeat me.”Again, Craig punched him. For every word he spoke against me, he seemed to be earning Craig’s ire. “She really is the one.” He coughed. “After I defeat you both, she would make a good sex partner for Ron. Maybe I would let you hear how she enjoys
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