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Chapter 11

Feyre’s POV

I couldn’t move. I stood frozen into place staring in fright from the bed to back to Xaden. He was getting angrier with every second I hesitated, but try as I might, I couldn’t force my legs to move further into the bed. I couldn’t force myself to quietly accept this.

I turned to him again, the plea on my lips dying at the sight of him rising. I took several fearful steps back but he didn’t approach me. His fingers moved to the rest of the buttons on his long-sleeve shirt, undoing them one by one until they were done and pulling the material off himself.

He threw the shirt somewhere behind him without looking.

His pants went next, my heart pounding fiercely when he undid his buckle.

I trembled, eyes flying shut. I wanted to back away, but I was all too aware of the danger of the bed behind me. The door out of here was so far away. Even if I ran to the bathroom, what would that accomplish but piss him off further?

He already looked furious enough, his amber
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