“I didn’t choose love!” he roars into the wind, eyes black and agitated. “I chose the King of Diamonds! I didn’t choose you!” His anger sparks my own to life, and suddenly, I forget this man could end my life with a slip of a fingertip. “And I didn’t either, yet here I am, stuck in your fucking trap! Stuck so deep I fear I’ll never get out!” His breathing slows, his eyes sharpening with clarity. I take advantage of it, putting my hand around his throat too. We stare at each other. Him naked and bloody, me soaking wet and shivering. We look nothing like the King of Diamonds and The Queen of
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