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“What have you done to my brother?” Theodore shrugs. “If I undo it, chaos will erupt.” “Chaos is erupting, and you don’t want to see how angry I can get. Now, release my brother,” I demand, and Archer sighs, scrubbing his hand over his chin as he glares at me. “Once you have agreed to come with us,” he states, and I scoff. Is he insane? “I’m going nowhere with you,” I hiss, the air in the room feeling chilly all of a sudden, but I refuse to wrap my arms around my middle and look weak to them. Archer glances over his shoulder, ignoring my refusal. “We should have just taken her as I said,” he explains, angering me further. “Kidnapping is illegal, you know!” I holler, and his harrowing stare returns to mine. “Tell someone who gives a shit.” I bluster with exasperation as Theodore clamps his hand on Archer’s shoulder, side-stepping him as he approaches. “Be gentle and kind, remember?” he murmurs. To whom, I’m not quite sure, but he comes to a stop in front of me with his arms wide open and a fake smile plastered on his face. “We are here to accept our fated mate.” He says it like he anticipates a joyous commotion as my hands land on my hips, the gems on my dress digging into my palms, and I welcome the pain. “Well, she doesn’t accept you back,” I grunt, and he shrugs. “Everyone else already agreed.” “Who, specifically?” He waves his hand at the four of them, and I shrug. “I reject.” “It doesn’t work like that,” Baron bites, and I hold back a scream. “Because men get all the power. I’m aware. Release my brother,” I demand, waving my hand toward the man in question, but Baron shrugs. “Hewy will understand.” I feel like I’ve been slapped across the face, ice chilling through my bones as the air from my lungs whooshes from my lips. “You know my brother?” Archer sighs, blocking my view as I wait for an answer. “Agree.” “No,” I protest, taking a step back, refusing to let him hold all of the power, and I highly anticipate him following me, but it’s Theodore who crowds my space as my back hits the far wall. Dammit, now I look like I’m running. I am running. “Be real, Ivy. Is this what you want? To marry some guy your father…” His words trail off as he peers back toward the blood continuing to spill from behind the table. “Well, that’s not possible now anyway.” He shakes his head, returning his focus to me. “Do you want to stay here in this mundane life, or do you finally want to live?” His voice is gentle, cajoling, and I hate it. “You don’t know anything about me,” I snap, and he rolls his eyes. “Everyone knows of The Angel from Heaven’s Ridge.” My nostrils flare with annoyance. “I don’t have a single ounce of trust in any of you.” “Nobody expects you to,” he insists, and I shake my head. “But you want me to leave with you?” “To Neverbound Academy,” Archer interjects, and Theodore takes a step back. “Fated mates will be in namesake only. Once there, you are free to do as you wish without dishonoring my name and marrying some fool,” he grinds out, and I scoff, disbelief clouding my vision as I blink at him. “Dishonoring your name? You rejected me in front of the entire kingdom,” I explode, but he pays me no mind as he glances down at the expensive watch on his wrist. “Time’s up. Are you coming by choice or by force?” he asks, and I gape at him. “You wouldn’t,” I breathe, and he takes a step toward me. I try to move, but I’m quickly reminded by the rough surface behind me that I’ve got nowhere to run. For the first time since I stepped inside the church, the thundering of my heart subsides, allowing my mind to finally reel, considering my options. I’ve only ever dreamed of Neverbound Academy, a fate I believed vanished two years ago when my world came crashing down. Because of them. Now the opportunity presents itself once more. Also because of them. Going doesn’t mean forgiving them. If anything, it means making them pay. A flicker of shame threatens to rear its ugly head as my stomach twists, but I swallow it down. He’s right. Stupid Theodore Lupus is right. I have two choices, and there’s no question which one wins. Stay here under my father’s control and newfound heavy hand, or finally reap the rewards of attending Neverbound Academy. Clearing my throat, I push off the wall with a nod. “I’ll go, but I want to say goodbye to my brother first,” I breathe, my condition fair as I nod, but Archer reaches for my wrist as he shakes his head. “Time’s up.” —Angel of Ashes: A Fantasy Fated Mates Academy Romance (Neverbound Academy Book 1)

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