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Heart of Darkness

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again? “Truth is…” He began to speak in a low voice and she strained her ears but all she could hear was her heartbeat. “I hate when you touch me because I like it so much.” Her eyes widened in surprise and he leaned even closer before continuing to speak. “I also hate the way you smell…” she could hear him inhale her scent “You smell delicious. And I hate your hair because it’s tempting. I want to run my fingers through it, pull it gently while I taste your lips and bite your neck.” Angelica suddenly felt like there was no air left in the room. “Your touch makes me unable to resist doing those things and all the other things I want to do to you.” “Oth...other things.” She breathed not realizing she was thinking loudly. One side of his lips curved into a smile. “Imagine all the things a man would want to do to you. I want to do those things and much more.” He leaned closer bringing his lips next to her ear. “Because I am no man. I am a beast. A hungry one. So unless you want me to bite you, refrain from touching me.” **************** A woman alone in a man’s world. In a time and place where it’s difficult for a woman to live alone, protect and provide for herself, Angelica must find a provider and a protector after her father is accused of being a traitor and executed by the king. Now known as a traitor's daughter, she must survive in a cruel world ruled by men, and in order to do so she ends up seeking protection in a man feared by everyone. A man with many scars. Both physically and mentally. A man punished for his pride. Rayven is a man with many scars. They cover his face and punish his soul. He can never show himself without people recoiling at the sight of him. Except for one woman who willingly comes knocking on his door. Is she an additional punishment sent to him, or will she be his salvation?

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Skender was grateful that he was feeling weak or his rage could have burned this whole place. He looked at each and everyone in the tavern, imagining a slaughter in his head and turning this place into a sea of blood. Even looking at Roxana didn't calm him. In fact, he was furious with her. He walked over and she flinched sensing his anger as he reached for her hand. He pulled her out of the chair and then dragged her outside. 

"Your Majesty." She croaked unable to keep up with his pace. 

Once they were outside, he yanked her arm so she stumbled forward and ended up in front of him. 

"What do you think you are doing?" He hissed. 

He shouldn't be angry with her. He knew all this was part of Lazarus's scheme who had disappeared now fearing his wrath. If he was clever, he should never come back.