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I must kill the man I love.

******************** Rye knew the exact moment his gaze slid down her face to her chest, as he leaned closer until she could feel his breath on her neck. Hot and steamy sending shivers down her spine as she felt him lean his muscles against her bosom. “You want me! You can deny it but I can feel it through the bond we share,” “Klas!” Rye gasped pushing against him with her eyes closed. Her eyes snaped open, shocked to feel him pull away something she was convinced he would never do. “FINE!” His deep voice echoing through the desolate mansion they stood in, after he sent all the servants off. “I’ll give you five seconds to leave Rye. After that, if you’re still here, I’ll make you regret ever pushing me away.” “One…” “Wha-what?” “Two…” Rye knew she should leave. Sleeping with Klas was something she had sworn never to do. They were just using each other. She needed his blood, and he needed her to remove the chains that bound his powers. Yet, the pleasure that thrummed through her body when he had kissed her was unforgettable. “Four…” In a panic, Rye finally found the strength to move but by then it was already too late and she saw it in his eyes just as she moved to walk past him. A cruel glint that made her wish she left when she had the chance to. “Five…” *************** The plan was for the both of them to work together and get what they wanted. Him-the throne. Her- the blue stone that would send her back to the human world. Rye had no idea when the plan changed and less how to adjust to it.

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Chapter 46: Forgotten?

Rye had just left when Holi instead of following her to the infirmary decided to find a warrior to make her bond.

She had just moved forward towards the challenger who had just won when she discovered two apprentices who managed to get in front of her and speak to him before she could.

'Such bad luck!' Looking around to try and see if she would see any better candidates among the men that still remained around the fighting ring.

But she had barely looked around for a couple of seconds when her eyes landed on a smaller and leaner fighter who had extraordinary looks.

His pointed ears showed that he was a Santor, unlike the Reds and most Hornels that filled the area.

Yet standing behind him was a taller and more largely built man who had a stormy expression on his face, and long horns that pointed to the sky and showed his lineage.

'Hornel'