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However, he knew she would hate him if he killed or maimed the child

Hate was not what he wanted from her, but she needed discipline She could not behave so disrespectfully to him He needed to instill fear in her

She would never be afraid for herself He had realized that early on She would sacrifice her life for her principles It was very annoying

He wanted her, and he didn’t care that he ht have to force her to his bed in the end He was certain she would enjoy his attentions … after a time

She would have no choice

With the flick of a wrist the child could be set on fire … With a thought, he could break young David’s neck He wanted to break his neck and set him on fire He loathed the child, this creature she held in such affection, but he genuinely did not wish at this stage to incur her loathing In spite of her behavior, he still had hopes of winning her over

Absurd that he should feel this way Why should he care if she wanted hi, anytime … anywhere, but … he wanted to see love in her eyes, and he wanted to feel the passion he knew she was capable of giving him

She was an arrogant female … and

yet, he was drawn to her She made him come alive in a way he had never experienced before This hat his father felt for his human, Crystal He understood now

Still, she ht …

Perhaps if he maimed the mother? Perhaps if he did it in such a way that he could easily heal her later as a boon to his princess for her favors in bed? Ah, now that was so to consider

He looked towards the house, and just at that moment thething Perhaps he would lay her down on the grass and ram himself into her while her husband and child watched, and then he would break her legs—and maybe cut her a bit … maybe across her pretty face?

Yes, perhaps that was just what he would do to teach his bold princess a lesson she would not soon forget!

Chancemont stepped away fro towards the child He had seen Pestale through his invisibility, for although Chance was not Fae, he had many of the same abilities

All at once, he saw Pestale take the child’s rass Her husband caer, Pestale pinned him in place