“Try me,” I whisper, defiant, even though my stomach twists in a way I can’t ignore.“Oh… I will,” he breathes.His gaze drops to the cursed necklace around my throat, lingering far too long.“The only time that collar comes off,” he says calmly—though something deadly lurks beneath his words—“is when you’re ready to be marked and mated… ready to be fully mine.”I shiver. Not entirely from fear. Part of it is, yes. But there’s also heat pooling low in my body despite every warning screaming in my mind.“When that happens,” he continues, his voice lowering into a soft, dangerous caress, “your power… will finally become mine.”His fingers brush lightly against the necklace, and a shiver runs through me before I can stop it.The intensity in his gaze is magnetic—suffocating. Every part of me wants to fight him, wants to hate him. But my body betrays me with a pulse of desire I can’t deny.“Until then…” His smile sharpens, predatory and dark.“You’d better start getting used to the idea
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