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Kate started to follow. Something in the back of her mind was telling her this wasn't right, that she needed to resist. That it was familiar.
A cool breeze swept in and Kate stopped walking. A dark-haired, deathly pale man had his hand on her shoulder, breaking her highness's pull on Kate. He smiled, flashing fangs at the indignant woman.
"Nice to see you again, Magesty," Damien said.
Kate started. "Damien! What are you...?"
He held up a hand to interrupt. "Leave this one alone. You would draw too much attention to yourself trying to take her. She's... unique."
The woman's foot stomped the floor. "But that is precisely why I want her!"
"No, Magesty." He shook his head. "I don't want to incur your wrath, but I will defy you in this. She's not yours to take."
The Spartan stood and put a hand to the hilt of his sword. "Peace. This is C.E.'s cottage, not your palace. This is neutral ground. If you want to continue this outside you can, but nothing can happen inside these walls. Got it?"
Damien nodded, keeping his eye on the royal figure. She looked indescribably mad for a moment, but her expression melted into a tense smile.
"Fine, I will leave her alone for now. There is always later." She looked around the room and glared at everyone else. "What are you looking at? Go back to your wine!"
Kate picked up the broken pieces of her cell phone and picked a seat on the far side of the Spartan. What a bitch, she thought. Maybe she should avoid these sorts of parties from now on. After all, it's what got her into this wolf mess to begin with. She smiled nervously at the Spartan. "So, um, what's your name?"
Damien sat in a nearby love seat, his silvery eyes keeping watch over everyone in the establishment.
A cool breeze swept in and Kate stopped walking. A dark-haired, deathly pale man had his hand on her shoulder, breaking her highness's pull on Kate. He smiled, flashing fangs at the indignant woman.
"Nice to see you again, Magesty," Damien said.
Kate started. "Damien! What are you...?"
He held up a hand to interrupt. "Leave this one alone. You would draw too much attention to yourself trying to take her. She's... unique."
The woman's foot stomped the floor. "But that is precisely why I want her!"
"No, Magesty." He shook his head. "I don't want to incur your wrath, but I will defy you in this. She's not yours to take."
The Spartan stood and put a hand to the hilt of his sword. "Peace. This is C.E.'s cottage, not your palace. This is neutral ground. If you want to continue this outside you can, but nothing can happen inside these walls. Got it?"
Damien nodded, keeping his eye on the royal figure. She looked indescribably mad for a moment, but her expression melted into a tense smile.
"Fine, I will leave her alone for now. There is always later." She looked around the room and glared at everyone else. "What are you looking at? Go back to your wine!"
Kate picked up the broken pieces of her cell phone and picked a seat on the far side of the Spartan. What a bitch, she thought. Maybe she should avoid these sorts of parties from now on. After all, it's what got her into this wolf mess to begin with. She smiled nervously at the Spartan. "So, um, what's your name?"
Damien sat in a nearby love seat, his silvery eyes keeping watch over everyone in the establishment.
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