With his jaw dropping wide open, the man lunged for my throat. Thinking on my feet, I stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth and knocked him down to the floor with a kick. The big guy wasn’t so tough, after all. He folded like a house of cards. Trevor said that the necklace held a Cerberus. Who was this weakling? The man hadn’t realized how frail his body had become, likely from not feeding for far too long. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, woman. I’ll show you a real fight once I’ve had some sustenance.” “Yeah, yeah,” I replied dismissively while gathering some tomatoes from my little patch garden. It made sense to keep the man alive, seeing that he was a gift from my ex-husband. The man glanced at the tomatoes in my hand before his gaze fell back on me. His eyes practically screamed, “Are you kidding me?” “Take it or leave it.” I was infuriated. He had the nerve to snub my home-grown, organic, and pesticide-free produce!Lost in his emotions, the man took a while
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