The palace was in ruins, bodies scattered. Zane stood over her, unyielding. She glared, bound but defiant. You’re still fighting? he mused, his voice dark. It’s useless...Zane moved in, hands tightening around her waist, pulling her against him. His lips brushed her ear. You think you can escape me? You’ll never want to…His blade rose slowly, almost tenderly, until the cold steel rested beneath her chin. He tilted her head up with it, savoring the shiver that ran through her.
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