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“Go inside.” I obey. “Sit.” Again, I obey. I perch stiffly at the end of the bed. My fists clutch the sheets, milky white against bloodred. I feel like a naughty kid about to be disciplined. My heart is pounding so hard, I’m sure he can hear it. Petyr steps in close. He’s tall enough to tower over me, bulky enough to block the moonlight entirely. Then, suddenly, his hand is around my throat. My heart stops. The pressure isn’t crushing, not to the point that I couldn’t breathe if I wanted to—but God, do I not want to. I realize, with a slow sort of clarity, what’s about to happen here. He’s gonna kill me, isn’t he? Petyr’s face is inches from mine now. I can see every pore, every gold speck in his whiskey brown eyes. The way his nostrils flare like a provoked bull, like he’s trying really hard not to lose whatever scrap of control he’s got left. I pray he makes it quick. His grip tightens. Not enough to hurt, but enough that I understand what a bad idea it would be to struggle. No doubt, that’s exactly the point he wanted to make. “Try that stunt again,” he growls, “and I’ll lock you in this room until you give me an heir.” Read CRUEL ROMEO by Naomi West on Amazon for Free in Kindle Unlimited!