It all happened so fast. After running from my pursuer in the gardens I come to a stumble but my body does not hit the ground. Instead strong arms encapture me and then fold me into his torso with his firm protective hand upon the back of my head. The men who demanded my intamacy and that have chased me come face to face with the eyes I knew without so much as a visual of them. Cold and daunting with a fierce tint. I have no doubt the men were about to be thrown to their knees.
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