CUPID'S DARN CURSE.
“That’s why I have to find out.”
Rook leans even closer, and when I try to fight him off, he holds both hands together behind me, my arms hitting the wash basin.
Wincing in pain, “You said you’ll never hurt me,” I voice, and he pauses.
“Yes, that was when I was under some kind of pre-made spell transferred through a kiss.”
“Let go of me!”
“Don’t push me, Catalina Blessed Theodore, and just hold still! It would be quick.”
Rook changes his tactics, and now he’s choking me, yet his nails are piercing my neck, making me cry out in pain.
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