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Chapter 20: The Price of Disobedience
The hushed silence that had settled over the study was deafening, the air thick with unspoken tension. Kian leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.
“Well, principessa?” His deep voice was deceptively soft, a subtle warning lacing each word. “Don’t you have something you’d like to say to me?”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Kian’s blatant challenge hung heavy in the air, and I found myself drawn to the raw power in his every movement. The memory of his earlier threats still weighed on my mind, but the thrilling pull of his unwavering attention was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.
Steeling my nerves, I met his gaze steadily. “Why…?” My voice wavered slightly, and I paused to clear my throat. “Why did you bring me here, if you knew I would be so much trouble?”
Kian’s expression remained un
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