The only right answer should have been neither. Instead, I sat frozen beneath his gaze.
The man smirked.
His eyes flashed.
Fucking hell.
They were supernaturals too.
Predators, that’s how my father had called them.
They were the supernaturals who refused to return.
They preferred humans.
Easier prey.
My body was paralyzed.
He was using a strong compulsion power.
“Come with me,” his voice instructed.
Every instinct screamed at me to fight.
My legs started moving before I could stop them, pulling me out of my chair.
He smirked and held out his hand.
I shouldn’t touch it.
If I do, what is left of myself would be gone, and the chains he has on me would settle.
I was on my feet.
I don’t want to.
Trembling, trying to put up a fight, I extended my hand.
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