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No offense, but your father makes me want to take up murder as a hobby.”
She was in her usual practical outfit, her hair gathered in a tight ponytail. It swished and swayed each time she nodded or turned to Hewn and Cade was caught off guard by an image of himself running his fingers through it. Wrapping his hand around it and giving it a firm tug at the root. Deianira, mouth open, gazing up at him with those eyes. His…
“I have no fucking idea,” he told her with an amused grin before his hand came up and gripped the back of her neck and his lips collided with hers.
Ascension. That was the only word he could think of that described the feeling. He felt like he was flying, a high better than any feeling he could get from throwing a punch or a kick.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Cade?!”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Your Majesty, are you okay?” “She’s obviously not fucking okay.” Cade glared right back at him.
“Stay.”
For someone that looked beautiful with a scowl, a smile on her lips was nothing short of enchanting.
He did his best to feign annoyance. “Something funny?” She slapped her hands over her mouth with a loud snort as she shook her head.
She was bewitching.
“Look at me.”

