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He grabs me by the arm and yanks me out, spins me around and slams me over the hood. I huff out a breath, hands braced on the warm metal as the engine continues to run. "What are you—" There's a clank of metal, a snap of leather, and a second later, my arms are crossed over my back and tied at the wrists with Bran’s leather belt. He bends over me with all of his weight, his groin at the swell of my ass. "Are you listening now, mouse?"
