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I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser. ~ Mother Jones

MARCO

"You ready for this?" I asked, getting into the car with Aurora.

"I am."

I turned to look at her, and what I saw wasn't anger or displeasure. Her skin was flushed with wisdom and echoes of the war cry. There was hardly any trace of innocent girlhood left in her features.

She was a woman now. A woman born of tempest and fire, of the blood moon and howling wolves. With a soul like Persephone and splendor like Aphrodite, I knew that Aurora was destined for a queendom of dark power and unconquered lands.

Smirking, I floored the gas pedal, heading west where I had secured asshole. All this time, he received a royal treatment even though he was chained. He was fed, hydrated, and there wasn't a single scar against his white skin. Until now. Until my beautiful dark goddess decides to teach him how to shriek and bawl.

We reached the place in fifteen and made our way into the house. Two of my men were already stationed inside the h