The Dahans
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Last published Fri, Sep 13, 2024
He clenched his jaw.
"A prince is always well-trained, that's common sense, isn't it? Or it isn't just because you didn't know this."
My temper boiled, in a blink of an eye he was pushed against the shelves and my blade was pressing his throat.
Though his posture remained unnaturally calm.
"Don't try to get on my nerves or you would lose this useless head of yours."
I gritted out. The corner of his mouth titled up as he blurted out,
"Oh my head is anything but useless and let me recall a memory where you said that I was the most handsome man you had ever seen."
I pressed the blade a little harder.
"Forget anything nice I said about you. Trust me, that would be the best choice you will ever make."
In the next second, my back hit the shelf and he was so near me, I hid my amusement and struggled getting out of his grip.
His mouth hovered close to my ear...........
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