Mated To My Captor
"He thought you were a hero. And yet, here you are, acting as the muscle for a Silvercrest rogue. You are protecting the very monsters who…"
"You dare not question me!" I shouted, taking a sharp step forward, the tip of my silver blade stopping just inches from his throat. "Do not question me, and do not change the topic! You sit there in your clean suit behind your screens, talking about ledgers and balances, but you don't know anything. You will never understand how love worked. You used a little boy’s grief to paint your own twisted masterpiece."
Elias didn't flinch away from the blade. His expression instantly hardened, the mock amusement vanishing, replaced by a cold, venomous intensity
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