  &quot;Lothaire!!!&quot; Willow screamed, his name tearing from her insides for the first time. Fear gripped her. It tasted unknown on her tongue. Its intensity increased when she realized that he would also get captured again.
  &quot;Lothaire!!! Run!!! Run!!!&quot;
  She screamed even though knowing in some part of her brain that there was nowhere he could go in broad daylight. But her heart is acknowledging it. It is stupidly begging her to make him leave.
  The metal bit into her skin, burning with such intensity that she might crumble to the floor if not for their harsh grip on her.
  Willow dug her heels firmly on the ground, resisting their hold on her.
  She might have lost her power. But she didn't lose her fighting spirit. She won't go down that easily.
  Willow grabbed the chains with both her hands, her palm burning immediately, the smell of charred skin thick under her nose

  Lothaire's face is a blank mask as he faces her. He thought he had time before revealing his secret. Instead, he got blindsided.
  &quot;Say something.&quot; The sound had been pulled into the vacuum. She could hear a faint buzz ringing in her ears, similar to the moment before a volcano erupts.
  &quot;Answer me,&quot; Willow whispered. A chill of apprehension slid down her spine.
  Lothaire remained stoic. A muscle ticking in his jaw. What could he say that doesn't make him sound like a manipulative bastard? Though he is exactly that.
  &quot;Is it the truth? Are you... are you the vampire king?&quot; Her eyes pleaded silently to him to prove her wrong. To make it all go away. She wanted to close her eyes like a child and pretend that everything was fine. Alas, if only it is that simple.
  &quot;Willow. You don't know the half of it,&quot; Lothaire tried to take a step. Though explai

  Willow explained to him as she gathered all of her things from the flat and started packing.
  Lothaire's fists clenched.
  &quot;You are not coming with me,&quot; he said after a minute.
  &quot;No way in hell am I leaving you. Get used to it, Bones. Your skinny ass is stuck with me,&quot; Willow said stubbornly over her shoulder as she zipped the bag.
  &quot;It's too dangerous, woman. I won't let you,&quot; Lothaire grabbed the passing Willow and held her close to his chest. His eyes looking deeply into hers.
  &quot;News flash vampire. You are not my boss. Drug me, bind me, knock me out cold vampire, but you are not getting rid of me. I will still find a way to be with you until this end,&quot; Willow said in a husky voice, his proximity doing wonderful things to her body.
  Lothaire glanced at the way her chin turned upward. Stubborn to the core. He shouldn't take her with him, no

&quot;Lothaire!!!&quot; Willow screamed, his name tearing from her insides for the first time. Fear gripped her. It tasted unknown on her tongue. Its intensity increased when she realized that he would also get captured again.
  &quot;Lothaire!!! Run!!! Run!!!&quot;
  She screamed even though knowing in some part of her brain that there was nowhere he could go in broad daylight. But her heart is acknowledging it. It is stupidly begging her to make him leave.
  The metal bit into her skin, burning with such intensity that she might crumble to the floor if not for their harsh grip on her.
  Willow dug her heels firmly on the ground, resisting their hold on her.
  She might have lost her power. But she didn't lose her fighting spirit. She won't go down that easily.
  Willow grabbed the chains with both her hands, her palm burning immediately, the smell of charred skin thick under her nose, and pulled hard with her remaining step.
  The werewolves didn't expect her to tug the chains

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