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"Are we clear, baby girl?" he whispered softly against her ear.

Her breathing hitched. She closed her eyes when Hunter reached for her waist and pulled her close to his body. She gulped and inhaled his scent. God, she would probably be lying if she'll say she didn't miss his scent.

“Answer me, Krysie.” He swayed their bodies in slow motion as if they're dancing in the middle of this room full of her portraits without a song.

Krysie gulped and bit her lip as she slowly opened her eyes. Hunter's blue eyes locked on hers, and it's hypnotizing her every single minute. Her knees wobbled when Hunter leaned in and kissed her cheeks, near her ear.

“You are bound to be ours, Krysie. Please understand that we can't let you change your name unless you'll marry us.” He sniffed her scent and his lips touched her ears. “Happy birthday, my baby.”

Krysie can't process the words coming from Hunter's mouth. She's trying to understand but she can't. His words can't sink in. It's like listening to music