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“You can’t win me if I don’t want to be won,” she said, her tone edged. “And one thing you should know about me is that I don’t like high-handed, overbearing, and arrogant men.” Cruxan grinned, so suddenly and so brilliantly that she momentarily lost her train of thought. “It is quite fortunate then that I am a warrior of Luxiria, not a man from Earth.”
Then, with his blue eyes shining, he purred, “And you may sharpen those little claws on me anytime you wish, luxiva. Not only do I welcome it…” Her breath hitched, her eyes widening, as he leaned close. “I like it.”
“A storm?” she asked, looking up at the sky, though she didn’t sense what he did. “Do not worry, female,” he murmured. “I will keep you safe.” Crystal’s gaze cut to the ground, her heart speeding up at those words. “I can handle a storm,” was all she thought to say. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his lips quirk. “But can you handle me, luxiva?” he asked, his voice like a purr.
