But their problem was theirs. What she wanted was to punch him senselessly for all the times that he had grabbed her, in front of people as well as hidden from their eyes, knowing that no one would come to her rescue. Eve raised her hand, her fingers shrinking into a fist. Aiming right at the crouching man's face, she pushed forward in full swing.
Feast of Night: The King's Bride
Fantasy ¡ obsessedWithWolves
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