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“Oh Goddess,” I plead as tension once more starts building inside me. Draven tightens his hand around my throat and leans down to speak directly against my mouth. “Your goddess can’t help you.” He curls his fingers inside me. I gasp and yank desperately against the handcuffs. His eyes glint as he locks them on me. “I am your God now.”

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Throne of Ice and Blood

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“I will cut your fucking heart out,” he snarls at me. “So that I never have to feel it again. So that I never have to feel like this again.” “Then do it!” I scream back at him. Yanking up my free hand, I grab his wrist. He jerks in surprise, but I keep my grip firmly around his wrist and use that to press his knife harder against my chest. My heart beats out of control as I hold his knife hand steady there, one simple push away from killing me. “Do it!” All the weeks of loss and pain and agony come crashing down on me at the same time as I scream up at Draven in defiance and challenge. “Cut it out! Rip my heart right out of my chest. It’s yours anyway, so do whatever the hell you want with it!”

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