CHASING MONSTERS
When he pulled away, I murmured, “You should have killed her.”
He smiled darkly. “Banished is death without mercy.”
I tilted my head, calculation already spinning. “Death with witnesses is better.”
He laughed, genuinely amused. “You’re already planning her execution?”
“You should know this by now,” I said. “I always finish what I start.”
His fingers slid to my stomach, resting there with quiet claim. “I claim you, I claim this child… it will grow in power and privilege. You and I, we will build an empire.”
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