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He yanks me onto the crowded dance floor. “Wasn’t a request, princess.”
“I’m the rightful queen of Nocturna, aren’t I?” I ask. Stark’s eyes spark, he takes a single step back, and he bows down on one knee, hand to his chest. “Welcome home, my queen.”
Mine. My psycho asshole. My bloodthirsty killer.
