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Vera’s body could knock a prince on his ass and give birth to new life. No man on all of Aleron could claim the same. That was something to be proud of. Men thought themselves so important, they put themselves on a pedestal, but it was the strength of the women who birthed, raised, and cared for them that kept their precious pedestal from crumbling.
She didn’t hesitate. Darting forward she snatched his dagger from his hip and slammed the pommel up, straight into his temple with as much strength as she could muster. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. A gorgeous sack of gloriously toned potatoes.
Pure, male satisfaction rumbled deep in his chest at how perfectly she fit.
“You could never be invisible, little star. You burn too bright. Sulian may seek to hide you away, to steal your future and crush your spirit, but even he could not hope to smother the intensity of your fire. You are more than the pretty trophy he wants you to be.”
“You know I speak truth. You can feel fate whispering in your ear as strongly as I can. I’ll be here when you decide to follow it.”
“Putting myself first for once doesn’t make me a coward,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m allowed to care about my future.”
I want to ruin you, worship you, claim you and make you burn only for me.”
“I will never not crave the taste of you, nor the intoxicating smell of your desire. You are mine, little star. Every inch of you was created for only me.”
“You don’t belong to the gods, you belong to me. The only name I want to hear you call out is mine.”
