Scythe is coming willingly, on his feet, already handcuffed in the black shackles, and I’m surprised when I see the hunters keeping a respectful distance from him. The shark’s cold eyes are on me, however, as Lyle dumps me unceremoniously onto the grass, my arms bound to my torso, thankfully covering my breasts. But my ass is laid bare to the world in between the thin ropes of the net. Knowing the deputy headmaster of Animus Academy is in complete control of my body when he comes to look down upon me, amber eyes narrowed, makes me want to punch him in his pretty face. But I can’t even snarl at
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