My Enemy, My Mate
Lily panted heavily as she approached me, her eyes wide with concern.
"I need to tell you something, my Lord," she said, her voice low and serious. I dismissed her, citing my exhaustion and the need for rest. But Lily persisted, her grip on my arm tightening.
I glared at her, and she quickly released my arm, baring her neck in submission. As a vampire, she knew this gesture would stay my ire.
"My Lord, please, this is an emergency," she pleaded, her eyes locked on mine. I sighed, waving my hand for her to continue.
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