Heartbeats of Love
He didn't even know how to react.
He rose and moved toward me. Just as he reached out, ready to close his hand around my throat, the drug surged through him again. Grinding his teeth, he gave up, thinking, 'So be it. Grant humans five years. Such lowly creatures can't even stir up any real trouble.'
But then he found himself noticing something else—his queen was strikingly beautiful. Her smile was bright, her eyes clear and unruffled when awake, as if nothing in the world surprised her. Yet asleep, stripped of her defenses, she looked like the innocent girl she still was at her age.
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