S e l e n e
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My knight in shining armor was not on a white horse. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a tragic past. He didn’t come for a princess in an ivory tower. He came for the traitor’s daughter, without a single weapon in sight. Not even a gun.
“Your wife?” Malore spat out. He clenched hard on my wrists. I flinched, but couldn’t hide the painful grimace. There will be a bruise tomorrow. I was sure the bone was going to snap.
“Careful now.” Killian’s voice was stealthy as steel. He was furious, but not many could see it. In a hostage situation, you never panic. His words fill my thoughts. His aloof tone sent shivers down my spine. Cold-blooded and collected, I swallowed hard.
Heads were going to roll.
“Bring him in,” Killian said, turning to his side. He was unaccompanied, or
