A hand slid around my waist and pulled me closer to him, our faces almost touching. “Until the last phylactery is destroyed, you are mine.” He growled low in his throat. “I will dispose of anyone who impedes that.” Fallon held my eyes a moment longer, searching for any resistance. When he found none, he let go of my waist and backed away. “But I will refrain from killing any humans.” He said, glancing back at me. “If they are smart enough to listen.” I am a strong, independent woman. I run my own segment of the renowned Spicepepper farm, and I pay my own bills. I was absolutely not turned on
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