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She enlisted me…but I could see her doubts.
A discarded, horn-shattered monster with blood on his hands and a price on his head.
But I am not broken.
Not where it counts.
She thinks I’ll protect her.
That I’ll fight for her, kill for her, kneel for her.
She’s not wrong.
But there’s a cost.
I don’t protect for free.
I don’t kneel without taking.
And once I take her…
I’m never letting go.
Not even if the kingdom burns around us.
She whispered my name like it meant salvation.
Now it means war.
Read on for size gap, gladiator rage, betrayal that bleeds, and a broken Minotaur who kills for the woman who bought...
