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“I’ll own you, Blake.”
“You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my heaven.”
“You think I’d kill for you, but not die for you?” He shakes his head gently. “Silly girl.”
“I’m the kind of man who will crawl across the floor and lick the dirt off your shoes like a peasant begging a king for some scraps. Just to make you think I’m weak. So, when they look away from me, I can slit their throats.”
