Ayla POV “I am so disappointed in you, Ayla.” I stop, frozen in fear as the man I now know as Runduc strolls out of my bedroom as if he owns the place. “Do you like the flowers?” He asked, glancing at the bluebells sitting on the counter. “I picked them especially for you.” I took a step back, freeing my body from its shock. My legs felt weak as if my body was too heavy for them to support any longer, but I knew I had to run. I spun around, darting for the door, but Runduc was unnaturally fast. He stood in front of me, blocking my only way of escaping, making me yelp in surprise at his sudden appearance. “What do you want?” I asked as I backed away from the tall man, moving closer to the kitchen. “I told you what I want, Ayla. I want your magic. I am going to drain every single drop of it from your body.” “I don’t know what you mean, I don’t have any magic,” I cried. “Yet, but you will soon.” I felt the kitchen drawer handle dig into my back, and knew I was close to
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