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“What’s your favorite food?” she asks me. You are, my mind immediately supplies. I haven’t tasted her yet, but I already know it to be true.
“Okay,” she says, breathless and still trying to calm herself down. “Okay. What happens now?” My lips curl up in a cruel, hungry smile. “Now, little witch, you run.”
“I would choose you in this realm or the human realm or any of the rest. I would choose you always, you beautiful, sweet, unearthly creature. Mates or not, Goddess-blessed or not, there could never be a life in which I did not know you as my own.”
“Your value does not lie in what you can provide for others or what ‘use’ you render, my bride. Your value lies in the simple fact of your life, your existence.”
“How many times must I teach you what happens to pretty witches when they run?” A wicked, wicked pulse of my own arousal and delight draws a growl from him. “Once more,” I say, just before I run. “Always once more.” ***
