Anya All I wanted was a brush of sunlight, which, sadly, isn’t bright enough, and a taste of magic to fuel my spirit. My idea of a breath of fresh air is now ruined because someone decided to slam me against a wall before I can even blink. That same someone grabs my throat and lifts me off the wall, my feet dangling an inch off the ground. Dumb Lycans and their annoying speed. "Calm yourself, big guy," I croak, and when I say big guy, I mean it.Jareth, if I remember correctly, pins me there. Lush dark brown hair tied in a low bun and a light stubble that frames his angled face and sharp jawline so perfectly he could pass for a man in his middle twenties if you didn’t know better. His giant, muscled frame pins mine, and my eyes roll back as he chokes the life out of me, cutting off my air, and damn if my body doesn’t react in the worst possible way. Heat pools low between my legs. I really should not be getting turned on right now.I would have preferred this in a different settin
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