He turns back to Tharos. “If I catch you anywhere near her again, I’ll tear out your throat. This is your only warning.” Still clutching his wrist to his chest, Tharos swallows and then nods. “Get out of here.” Tharos doesn’t wait for another order before he scurries off like his pants are on fire. When he’s gone, Nadir takes my arm and directs me back to the divan. “I want to leave,” I tell him, pulling my arm away, but he catches it and tugs me towards him so my body is flush against his. His arm snakes around my waist and he levels his mouth to my ear. “Stay.” A ripple shudders over my skin
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