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The other is something else.

Tall, blond, fit. She has deep blue eyes and a haughty expression that immediately rubs me the wrong way. But I see the horror there, too, behind her eyes. She looks me up and down and her mouth bends with contempt.

"My son, Fabien, has a childish sense of humor," my father says, trying to salvage the situation. I’m gratified to see him embarrassed. “Fabien, go and clean up. Don't come back until you're presentable."

I look down at my ruined suit and bloodied shirt as if I’d just noticed them. I look like I've stepped out of a slaughterhouse.

I take a long look at the blond. Somehow I know it's her, and not the dark haired one. The blond is the one I’m supposed to marry.

She's the one who's been promised to me. Ignoring my father, I walk the room to stand before her.

She leans away, eyes widening. She's more beautiful than I thought she'd be. And I'd be lying if I said the curves of her body didn't turn me on. I feel my cocks hardening just at the sight of her. I've never been with a human, and I've never wanted to until now.

Now, I want to rut with this one. I want to ride her and breed with her. The thought makes me smile, and she recoils from my smile even more.

Yes, this one will be mine. Beneath it all, I feel her desire, and the bright fire of her heart beating. The pulse at her neck is throbbing, a hundred beats per minute.

I reach out my hand, open, inviting.

She takes a deep breath and puts her hand in mine.

I lean down and give her hand a kiss, her skin hot against my lips. As my kiss touches her, I leave a dream inside her. Just something small, to get things started. Something she'll barely remember.

Something she won’t be able to forget.

When I pull back, I see that I've left a smear of blood on her perfect skin. I take the handkerchief from my suit pocket and give it to her.

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