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When the Wind blows......[m]
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Suddenly she was there, right as it was about to come to an end, and so many mixed emotions rushed Lysander he couldn’t decide quite what he felt. Shocked and surprised, those two were a given. Embarrassed? He could decide. Excited? There was a hint of that. As her words rushed out of her mouth he dropped what he was holding, mentally swearing at the female and rolling his eyes. “Don’t be sorry.” Lysander was surprised to find his words warm, but laced with a dangerous tone. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing until it had already happened.
Grabbing her, one hand encircling her wrist and the other guiding her waist he quickly spun the both of them around. Now she was backed against the very tree he had been leaning on, and her way blocked from any escape. He leaned into her, her scent driving him further. Lysander hadn’t actually imagined that he would go this far, he knew his family would be surprised and not understanding, but he had what he wanted in front of him and he was going to take it. “Tu es à moi maintenant, Whinifred.”
It was wrong, she didn’t even know his name. He knew that if she said anything, fought back, he could be kicked from the pack before he had even been there a week. None of that mattered. As far as Lysander was concerned, she had started this whole mess, took the game too far, he would just finish it up for her.
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