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With a wicked grin, the orc seized Mash Kyrielight’s wrist, his molten-gold eyes gleaming as he whispered promises both dark and sweet, pulling her into his overpowering embrace. Through the misty forest, he carried her to a remote house where the fire roared hungrily, casting wild shadows on the stone walls as he set her down before it. Heart pounding, Mash looked up at him—was this captivity, or had she already begun to surrender to the heat in his gaze?

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