LOVE BENEATH THE OAK
Suddenly, Angus's mood shifted again, and he strode across the room, his movements swift and purposeful.
He grasped my wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice. "You're mine, Freye," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "You'll do as I say, when I say it."
My heart racing, I felt a surge of fear mixed with desire. Angus's passion was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. I knew that I was trapped in a web of emotions, and I wasn't sure if I could escape.
As suddenly as it had begun, the moment was over. Angus released my wrist and turned away, his expression once again cold and distant. "Continue with your duties," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
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