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“You kidnapped me.” I moved to sit up on the edge of the bed and pain shot through my skull. I winced but pushed through the discomfort to take in my surroundings. “You were not so much kidnapped as summoned,” countered the woman. She was tall for a woman, around five-eight, with long red hair flowing in smooth waves down her chest. Her porcelain skin was dotted with freckles and her green eyes practically glowed they were so brilliant. She wore a diaphanous long-sleeve gown of green silk that hugged her lithe frame. Her body may have been willowy, but her regal stature spoke to her strength and confidence. Like seeing a striking work of art for the first time, I stared unabashedly at her perfection. Eventually, my eyes moved from her to the bedroom that I was in, which was lavishly decora
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