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... me beg. I turned a deep crimson. The magic wore off in time for me to clamp my mouth shut, to save what little dignity I had left. “You want what, Kayda?” He asked, his face mere inches from mine, almost nuzzling my neck. Claws punctured my skin when I tried to step away, breaking the surface around my waistline. “I want you to let go of me,” I ground out. Mortification mixed with anger and the pain of his claws biting into my skin. “Never.” He pressed his face into my neck, in full view of his men. I felt angrier by the moment. His grip did not allow for a break out as I attempted to get out. I succeeded only in getting into a compromising position in his laps. “What is it you want, Kayda? I must know.” He growled. The witch had exited the premises, the few minutes of the s