Krijero stared down at her, all traces of his sweet disposition gone. He looked every bit as dangerous as Wynhod. The cat pupils of his eyes had widened until the irises had all but disappeared in the blackness. His lips pulled back slightly, revealing his sharp fangs. The intensity of his gaze was that of an apex predator eyeing its next meal.
Terror and a swirl of unexpected craving mixed down low in Dani’s guts. She forgot to breathe.
One side of Krijero’s mouth lifted in a feral grin. “Now that’s the look of a scared but excited little girl. I like it.” His voice was a growl. “You will take what I offer, at the pace I dictate. You are mine to play with, not the other way around. Is that clear?”
Dani’s mouth formed the words, “Yes, Imdiko Krijero,” but under that black stare she had no voice. She trembled before him, helpless on her knees with her hands bound behind her back, her head caught in the clasp of his firm grip.
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