"A deal?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You think you're in a position to negotiate?""I think I'm in a position to crush your heir's balls," she replied calmly. "So yes, I think I can negotiate."Theron made a strangled sound. Whether of pain or humiliation, she couldn't tell."What do you want?" Alpha Aldric asked, each word forced through clenched teeth."Swear," Lyralei said. "Swear on your honor, in front of everyone here, that you'll give me five minutes to escape. Five minutes before you send anyone after me.""Five minutes?" He barked a harsh laugh. "You must think me a fool."She squeezed. Theron cried out, his knees buckling slightly."Alright!" Alpha Aldric shouted. "Alright, stop!""Swear it," Lyralei insisted. "On your honor. In front of your pack. Five minutes."She watched him struggle with the words, his jaw working, a vein throbbing in his temple. Finally, he spat out, "One minute. That's all I can promise.""Five.""One."She squeezed again. Theron sobbe
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