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The King was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He closed his eyes, looking angry and pained at the same time.

"What have you done to me, Danika...?"

She has no idea what he was talking about, but all her hurt, confusion and mild anger at his treatment of her earlier, melted away like the wind.

Silence descended on them. They stared at each other for several long seconds.

Then, she raised her hand. Outstretched...reaching out to him.

His eyes remained closed. Time stretched...

Deep blue eyes opened at last and found hers. "I fear that if I touch you this night, I will take all you have to give and it will not be enough. And I will demand for more...so much more..."

His throat worked in a tight swallow, "I fear that if I take you the way