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Before the words were fully formed, my fist was flying. My knuckles connected with the sharp line
of his jaw. The impact reverberated up my arm. It hurt. It also felt really good.
In my dreams, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
Fat chance of that ever happening in real life.
Medra Pendragon was mine. And I was prepared to die before I let any harm come to her. It didn’t matter if she believed it. If she accepted it. It didn’t matter if she hated me. I’d believe it enough for both of us. She was mine and she always would be. My heart might have been black, my deeds as dark as night, but she was mine to protect, mine to keep safe, with everything I had to give. She thought she was trapped? I was the one trapped. Trapped with this feeling I couldn’t get away from. The need to possess her. To dominate her until she accepted me.
Don’t you understand how much I crave you?”
“Tell me you love it when I kill for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to kill anyone.”
“But you could.
“That I’d do anything for you,” he said simply. “Hurt anyone. Kill anyone.”
for the chance to claim her fully. Blood, body, and soul.