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They turned in surprise to find Rynn standing behind them. The warriors that had been crowding the room had retreated to the sides, leaving the floor clear for the man who stood in the center. He looked like a god of vengeance. Blond hair loose around his shoulders, weapons in both hands and the furious expression said he was ready to commit murder.
His eyes latched on to Daaynal and he snarled again, “Get your f*****g hands off of her. I don’t care that you’re the emperor himself. She’s mine.”
Jac’s heart leapt into her throat and she lifted a hand to cover her lips. All that power and fury, all to claim her… She hadn’t thought he cared enough, but the rage in his eyes as they latched on to her hand on the emperor’s arm told a completely different story.
Daaynal didn’t move, didn’t
