Chapter Two: SurrenderingThe man is older than Percival and he's bigger too, taller and broader around the shoulders with muscles at his arms that bulges when he shaves her hand. When he talks, his voice is deeper and he looks at her like he can't quite decide which part of her body he wants to put his jaw on first. She hugs her toy closer to her despite knowing that it won't do anything to keep him from her. He looks meaner, his facial bone structure somehow harsher and pointier than Percival's. There's also his scent, thick and powerful, overwhelming, but in a pleasant sort of way that makes her want to lean in and brush her face against his neck and just breathe.
Percival is trying his best to appear nonchalant about the entire ordeal, but he's not happy about surrendering her.
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