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I shake my head as I grip his forearm even tighter, feeling the strength in both of our bodies as I lean in closer to my twin, lowering my voice.
“Never.”
Mikhail’s shoulders relax, but the dark fire still remains in his eyes.
He understands me. He always has.
“We’ve taken her.” I rasp, the certainty in my words wrapping around us both. “And she’s ours. We will fight and kill anybody who dares to come our way.”
There is no room for doubt in my mind, no question of weakness.
Our bond is forged by blood, and now Chiara has been caught in this web we’ve spun.
Chiara will become ours in ways she cannot even imagine.
Mikhail nods slowly at me, his expression hardening as the darkness in his eyes only seems to deepen.
“Nobody will ever take her from us.”
My brother agrees.
I think for a moment as my thoughts go to where they always go in times like this; the next move, the next place, the next step to getting things done.
We’ve taken her, and now we’ll shape her into becoming someone who belongs to us.
Chiara will depend on us, not only for survival, but foreverything.
Her heart.
Her mind.
Her body.
And when she finally accepts that she is ours, when she finally understands that there is no escaping from us, only then will she fully belong to us.
The thought of her accepting us both freely without any fear sends my heart soaring. It’s what I want. It’s what Mikhail wants. We won’t break her—not yet—but we will soon. If she doesn’t cooperate, then we will do it in a way that pains her, slowly, carefully, until she sees no other world but us.
As my brother moves, so do I.
This is just the beginning.
It may be a dangerous game we’re playing, but I don't care.
She’s ours now. And nobody—absolutely nobody—will ever dare to take her from us.
Together, we walk towards our captive.
We will not let her go. Not now. Not ever.
Chiara is here to stay.
As our captive.
And as ours.
Always.
Forever.