“What do you want?” Kyra tilted her chin up to ask him, shoving down the stupid thought about hugging him.“What do I want?” Anton asked her as he stared down at her, “What I want is for you to explain what’s going on in this little head of yours. I can see your brain turning and calculating. I only said you belong to me, and you flared up.” He used his fingers to tap her forehead.“Nothing is going on in my head. I don’t like the fact that you said you own me. You don’t own people, you only own things.” “And if you bought that person with money?”Okay, Kyra did not know how to respond to him. What she could only say was, “My father did not have the right to sell me.” “But he did, didn’t he?” Anton asked her and a suffocating feeling filled Kyra’s chest at the question, making it difficult for her to breathe.“Let's drop this topic, shall we? I’m tired and I need to rest.”Anton immediately pulled away from Kyra causing her to sigh deeply in relief. “Yes, of course. With everything
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