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    He held me in his arms and stared deeply into my eyes. I blushed again, and my heart began to pound hard in my chest.


    “Th-thank you,” I managed to say, stammering. I tried to pull away from his hold, but Jett refused to let me go. In fact, his grip tightened. “What are we, Makenna?” Jett asked, his warm breath brushing my face.


    I said nothing, unable to find the words.


    The aphrodisiac’s effects had by now spread through my body, making it hard to think clearly.


    “Jett, the drug is still in our systems. We shouldn’t—” Before I could finish, Jett leaned down and kissed me. His kiss was forceful, making my breath catch. It shattered thest thread of reason in my mind.


    My hands found their way to his shoulders as I returned his kiss.


    Our lips and tongues intertwined, our breathing growing ragged. Jett’s hand moved to my waist. I felt the warmth of his hands beneath the fabric of my clothes, seeping into my skin. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the desire.


    Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound broke the heated silence. I snapped back to reality. Though things were still hazy, every rm bell in my head was ringing.


    Another whooshing sound came, and a dart sliced through the air, headed straight for Jett.


    “Look out!” I cried, shoving Jett aside.


    The dart flew past his sleeve and lodged itself in the tree behind him. Startled by the attack, Jett immediately grew alert. “Are you okay, Makenna?” he asked.


    Before I could answer, several figures d in ck sprang from the bushes around us, surrounding us.


    “Look out!” Jett screamed, yanking me behind him with such force I nearly stumbled.


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    The group of ck-d men, their knives gleaming dangerously, charged at us with chilling precision. Their faces showed no mercy—only ruthless intent.


    Jett confronted them alone. He fought skillfully, but the sheer number of enemies began to overwhelm him, pushing him into a losing battle. “Jett! Be careful!”


    I hovered close by, my heart hammering so hard it hurt, helpless as I watched him struggle against the tightening circle.


    Out of nowhere, the leader of the attackers slipped through Jett’s defenses. In a sh, he lunged straight at me.


    Before I could react, he seized me, his arm locking around my throat as the icy de of his knife pressed against my skin.


    A violent shudder ran through me at the weapon’s cold bite.


    The man curled his lips into a cruel smile. “Move, and you die,” he hissed.


    Panic filled Jett’s face as he shouted frantically, “Let her go! You’re after me; leave her out of this!”


    “It’s simple, Your Highness. Come with us, and she lives,” the leader said in a cold tone.


    Your Highness?


    The title struck me like a bolt of lightning, and in an instant, I realized who these men were.


    They belonged to the Wizard n.


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