Twisted Empire - Episode 27&28

 

TWISTED EMPIRE

Twisted Empire - Episode 27&28

(Her Blade, His Neck )

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by Naomi Cindy B.

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Teal's palm became sweaty on the weapon of destruction, and she found herself gulping spit and allowing it to flood her throat.

There are only two options.

One; let go of this thing and leave this unit before he does something nasty.

Two; carry on with this game and see how long he'd hold on.

She choose the second one, mainly because she's not a loser...no matter the situation.

She let go of his c0ck though, but her hand slithered back to his chest. 

Just when she was about to continue her game, she was completely caught off guard.

Four grabbed her wrists, turned her around with a rough force which made her skirt bunch up her thighs.

He made her face the open door and crossed her arms behind her back.

This way, his figure pressed against her behind, and she received a whoosh of his cologne in her nose.

It's faintly smoky, which means he smoked before she arrived.

Teal's breaths dropped, and when she noticed the door is open, her head burned.

She tried yanking herself away from his unyielding grip, but his digits digged into her wrists, causing her to wince.

She could feel his boner pressing on her arse, and it's as hard as a pillar.

That made her gulp, again.

"Close the door at least" she found herself speaking.

"It's payback time, Ambrose. And you didn't hear me telling you to shut the door when you were doing me" he replied, the cold tenor of his voice bathing the back of her neck with a thrill which stemmed to her chest.

In this position, she could barely move. And it's unfortunate that he's the only one who knows how to hold her in traps like this.

She wriggled against him again, but then her body went rigid when he flattened his palm on her belly—under her top.

His fingers crawled coldly on her bellybutton.

"Stop... Four" She wriggled again.

That sound was like gasoline to his burning blaze cos his hand moved up, slowly without finesse.

He's not gonna touch her up there, is he? She's not wearing a br@, so if he moves that hand a little bit more...

"Let go!" She stubbornly struggled, and he twisted her arms harder, causing her to push out her chest.

"Can't take what you dished out, Ambrose?" His stupid raspy voice came again, beating her skin.

She could feel his smug dirty smirk at the back of her neck as his hand snaked deeper, and just like she suspected, he touched it...

Her breaths dipped shallow, and she went still when she felt his hand on the flesh of her br+àsts.

He cupped it, taking the right one in his palm like it's his little toy.

It fitted into that palm like it was custom-made for it, and she's not even ready to think about the possibilities of what he's gonna do next cos it might be anything.

She hardened her bones, and her wrists turned crusty as he gave her n+pple a hard pinch.

She took her lips into her mouth, the coldness of his hand doing nothing to ebb the crawl under her skin.

"Four!" She struggled again, and she was rewarded with a bite to her ear as he squeezed that br+ast, so hard that she squirmed.

"The harder you struggle, the more punishment you receive. So why not stay still and be good?" He groaned evilly again her ear, giving it a bite which is surely not a replica of the ones she gave him.

His bite is savage, and it left deep redness on her ear shell.

"F+ck you" she cussed.

"That'd be ONE future punishment" he replied, pulling her second n+pple and flicking it between his cold thumbs.

"Four... bastard!" She panted.

"2" he counted.

"I hate you!" she shot.

"Hate you more, three" he counted, squeezing her soft br+àst in his wide corrupted palm again.

When it's obvious she can't win this, Teal stayed still, and the air from outside seemed like it swept away her strength as he continued doing awful things to her br+àsts, leaving her helpless.

They're by the door, and If anyone appears, things would go ugly.

He bit the hollow of her shoulder, and she bit her own lips to hold back any sound of discomfort that might tear free.

His hand travelled down her belly, and she wasn't prepared for when he dipped it into her skirt...

"No...don't!..." She shook her head frantically.

"4" he counted, and her stunned eyes opened totally when he cupped her pusxy through her fabric panty—just the way she held his cock through his trousers.

"I..hate you" she muttered.

"Good" Four swiped his tongue on his lip when he felt her core breathing into his palms.

Teal felt frozen in time. Only the warmness of his breaths behind her neck reminded her of the present.

"You hate me, but you're badly wet already? I can feel your dampness through your underwear. Did you like it when I touched your swollen breasts and the hard rosy nîpples? Hmm?" He whispered into her ear, and this time, she successfully released herself.

He allowed her the freedom, and, she bolted crazily out of the unit without looking back.

Four's smirk wiped off instantly like it was never there.

He lifted his finger, and he rubbed their pads together.

They're dry than fire.

She wasn't actually wet. 

In fact, he felt nothing down there when he cupped her. It's like she's immune, so he said those words just to make her feel small.

He touched her br+asts, so why the f+ck was she still dry? Is that how much she dislikes his touch?

Not like her disliking his touch is a problem, but the fact that it did nothing to her.

There are certain ladies who'd dislike a man but still... their bodies betray them when the man touches them, so what the f+ck is with her? Why did she not get soaked?

And his bastard c0ck had the nerves to rise when she touched him?

He looked down at the bastard, and when he saw it's still poking his trousers, his smirk returned.

F+ck.

He disappeared into the bathroom and had a five minutes shower to calm the bastard.

By the time he came out, the timer on the flat screen was already beeping, meaning it's time to leave.

He's in his dress uniform, and he's wearing his long uniform coat too since it's a cold f+ckin night.

He picked his phone and was about to pocket it when he suddenly paused, then he dialled Kash's number.

"Sir?" Kash picked almost immediately.

"Add a name to the mission roleplay" Four replied, exiting the unit.

His black boots made rough contacts with the cobblestones.

"Name of who?" Kash asked, and Four rode his jaws before mentioning the name.

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[Teal's Suite]

Teal literally jumped into the bathroom when she arrived.

She peeled off her sinful outfit and snuck under the shower after hitting the button.

Her palms roamed her body, running carefully on her skin as the water enveloped her, leaving her fresh and clean.

"I can feel your dampness through your underwear. Did you like it when I touched your swollen pointing bre+sts and the hard rosy n+pples? Hmm?"

His voice, that haunting calm voice stormed her head, and she hit the button again, harder this time to increase the flow of water. She just wants it to swallow her.

She knew she wasn't wet. She held it back with everything she had back there with him, so maybe he just said that to make it seem like he's in control...as usual.

Four loves control, he's obsessed with holding the reins.

She has spent enough time in his company to know that.

But she wasn't gonna give him that joy, and that's why she held it back with her life. She wasn't gonna fall apart for him.

To think that she planned this game, but it nearly boomeranged. 

Who knew that jerk would do exactly what she did to him? And to think that he touched her bre+sts?

Damn him.

Well that was the only time he'd ever get the chance to be a god, cos it's never happening again.

Four DeVille might think he has gotten under her skin, but he's far from it. It's far from happening.

She slammed her palm on the button, stopping the water flow before stepping out of the shower.

Immediately she did, she felt a gush of warm liquid sliding down her thighs.

It must be the bathwater, definitely.

She bent down to take a look.

Lo and behold, It's not bathwater.

It's her juices—the one she refused to let out when he was assaulting her br+àsts earlier.

It's gushing out of her p+ssy like crazy, and she nearly got scared at how much it is since it's her first time.

"Shit" she muttered, rushing back under the shower to open water on herself again.

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[Training Ground]

It's some minutes to 8pm, and the dark clouds took over the skies completely already. 

There's obviously a loud turbulence going on in the base, but it's none of the business of the two people who're standing toe-to-toe.

Skye and Axel.

Axel definitely said something unacceptable, so Skye's face is in a twisted scowl.

"What did you just say?" 

Axel smiled cunningly, placing an hand on his shoulder.

"Your girlfriend—April, she's part of the squad, and she's going for tomorrow's mission. Make her ruin the mission, and I'll return you and her to your units. Don't you feel ashamed living in the barracks with Privates?" He said.

Skye shook his hand away quickly....

"You're the same person who made me a suspect, you made everyone believe I colluded with the terrorists and locked me up at the pavilion for months. You cemented me and tortured me every f+ckin day, but now that I'm out—thanks to Snowman—you're trying to turn me against that same man?" He said.

"I'm giving you a lifelong offer to be on my good side forever!" Axel snapped.

"I don't want it! Don't you get it? I'll never bite the hand that fed me! You can just kill me and everything will be over, but me telling April to ruin the mission cos of you? Forget it" Skye replied, and Axel slapped him.

It was so thunderous that Skye felt the hit in her cheekbones, and he almost believed his cheek would tear.

He didn't move till the second slap came, then the third and fourth and fifth...

Axel didn't stop slapping till the tenth, and by now, Skye's lips are already bleeding from the inside.

"Are you sure you can take whatever is coming? I'll make you return to the pavilion with a bigger offence, and this time, it's Four himself who'd lock you inside" Axel said diabolically like a dark angel from a godforsaken hellhole.

Skye spit out sticky blood..

"I'm not betraying Master Four cos of you" he stood his ground.

Axel nodded. "Nice choice"

Then he walked out of the field.

On getting to one of the main buildings, the prediction about turbulence wasn't wrong at all...

Cos Privates are running around with their phone hanging in their hands and thrills beaten to their faces.

The whole building is noisy. In fact, every building in this angle is noisy with what he doesn't understand.

It's like a war is coming, but with a crazier frenzy.

He stopped in the middle of that hallway and called a Private who was about to run last him.

"Sir!" The guy stopped.

"What's going on?" Axel asked with a frown.

"Someone posted a s+x video on the telegram group, featuring Morgan and her boyfriend in the abandoned ambulance" the guy replied.

Axel dismissed him with a wave, then, he took out his phone and checked telegram.

The video is there, getting insane number of plays and likes with unending comments, dirtier than sewer base.

"Wow" Axel smiled, imagining himself as Quentin and Cassie as Morgan.

He settled down on a bench, watching with a hard-on.

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[Allegra's Unit]

Morgan and Stormy have been here with Allegra since morning.

Allegra didn't want to go to the clinic, so they brought her here and lay her in bed to rest.

Allegra didn't rest for long though.

Despite her swollen mouth and face, she got up from the bed and has been shadowboxing in her small boxing room since noon.

She's the strongest lady in this base, and no one has defeated her since she began holding that title, so what going on?

First was that mad bi+ch—Teal, and now it's April?

Allegra, April, and Sierra entered this base at the same time, and during their basic trainings, it's a known fact that April was the weakest of the three.

So why? Why was April able to beat her?

Is it because she has been spending almost all her days f+ckin Axel? Is that why she has lost her fierceness?

She threw another punch to the air, sweat cascading down her glossy body and crawling over her tattoos.

She has been on the shadowbox for three straight hours, and she's not ready to stop till her arms ache and her head breaks with answers.

Why are things suddenly turning around for bad?

She threw herself to the bouncing wall, and she was bounced back, but she swung herself upside down, landing strongly on her feet.

Stormy and Morgan are standing far from the inside, and they both look amazed as they watched her.

"She's insanely good" Stormy muttered.

"Then why does she always get beat up? Does she forget her moves during a fight?" Morgan muttered.

Sierra entered the room, and they both shifted away from the door.

"You got discharged" Stormy said surprisingly.

Venomously, Sierra looked at the two, eyes hotter than coal.

"Leave" she said harshly.

Stormy pulled Morgan out of the room very fast.

Allegra is still boxing like crazy, her stomach hollowing like she doesn't eat at all.

Sierra ignored her and stood by the window, staring out.

She saw a scene earlier at Four's unit, and she needs to erase it from her memories as fast as possible.

It didn't happen. It never happened.

She has to climb higher, and it's not even the normal type of higher.

She needs to top the food chain and lead the ladder.

She pulled out her phone and dialled a line saved as "Mum"

"Hello, sweetie?" A woman's voice came, and Sierra backed the wall.

"I need you to talk to dad. Even if it means threatening him. I want something, and I'll get it" she said, her voice angry.

"Just mention it, and it's done" the woman assured.

Sierra shot a glance at Allegra. Allegra has stopped boxing, so their eyes met.

"Finally?" Allegra said, peeling off her puffed gloves with her teeth.

"Finally" Sierra smirked.

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Morgan and Stormy were unaware of the chaos going on in the base till they got outside.

They saw Privates running around and Sergeants laughing in shallow corners, and they wondered why as they walked side-by-side.

"Did someone win a jackpot?" Stormy scoffed.

"This ululation doesn't look induced by a jackpot" Morgan replied.

Their curiousness kept stemming till they entered the field, and Privates immediately surrounded them like ants would a cube of sugar.

"What's going on?" Stormy asked with high shoulders.

"Oh... Quentin!" A Private mimicked Morgan's creaky moans.

"Harder... daddy!" Another mimick came from another lady.

Morgan's eyes popped hard, nearly pulling her sockets apart.

"Leave the base, Morgan. Start a p0rnhub and we'd be your regular subscribers" Abbey said with a breaking laughter.

"I can't believe you went three long rounds with that guy in the ambulance! Shit ... You're a whore" Paine added, spiting saliva at Morgan.

Before it could reach her, Stormy kicked Paine in the belly, and Paine swayed back.

"We don't know what you're talking about!" She said defensively.

A big-cup br@ and three used condoms were immediately thrown at Morgan, and when Morgan saw them, she felt like vanishing.

They're the c0ndoms Quentin used on her in the ambulance, and the bra Quentin tore from her chest that night.

They must have gone to the ambulance to pick them up.

"Cat's got your tongue? You and your  hairy-D boyfriend are insane" a Private said.

Morgan was already shivering like a leaf in this season. Her fingers are interwoven, and they look iced.

At once, she bolted out of the middle, and Stormy rushed after her.

The other Privates followed them, screaming "whore" as they ran at their hot heels.

Abbey and Paine were suddenly summoned by Axel, so they left the chase for others.

Morgan hid at the back of the burnt building—the one Four burnt during their escapism trainings.

She squatted, pulling out her phone shakily. 

She dialled Quentin's line multiple times, but the guy didn't pick.

She was about to dial again when she got a notification from the base disciplinary board.

• Morgan Hall, you're to face the disciplinary board in two days, and till then, you're not to step the dinning or use the bathroom. Remain in your room and keep your face hidden in your sheets!

She began crying as she read the notification.

"Am I gonna be stepped down? If I go back to Kalynda, mother would kill me" she muttered, shaking her head.

Stormy found her in the corner, and she stood.

"Stormy I'm in trouble, Quentin isn't picking my calls and I've been ordered to remain in my room by the disciplinary board. I can't come out till I'll face the panel in two days." She said.

"I alerted you when you were going astray. I told you you were doing too much with Quentin but you said I was judging you" Stormy replied, and Morgan held her.

"No you can't forsake me at this point. You're the only one I have. If I get stepped down and I return to our hometown, mother will kill me you know it. You have to help me before I face the board. Please Stormy... please...you're smart just think of something" she said.

Stormy pushed out a exhale, then she crossed her arms.

"I have a plan, but I'll have to meet with Allegra first."

"What plan?" Morgan sniffled.

"You'll deny it, and we'll insist the video was edited and posted by Teal" Stormy replied.

"Teal?" Morgan blinked.

"Who else has trouble records in this base? Of course it's her" Stormy replied.

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[Kash's Suite]

The tiredness from the overnight class took a wild toll on Kash, and he has been sleeping since daybreak.

He only ate breakfast, he didn't even wake up to eat lunch, and he hasn't eaten dinner yet. 

He's still sleeping. It's like his body is in a total shutdown since it's been weeks since he last slept.

Cassie opened the bedroom door, and when she saw he's still dozing, she closed the door and strolled to the last couch in the living room.

Her phone screen lit up with a message, and her chest pounded.

She unwrapped her palm from the device, checking the text.

It's not from who she expected, it's from the hospital, alerting her that her father's machine maintenance for this month has been payed for.

Kash probably payed for it last night.

She stared at the words for a while, debating variously in her mind before bringing out the gift box from her bum shorts pocket.

She opened it, and the sparkling necklace stung her eyes as she ran her fingers through the rhinestones.

She kept up the action for a moment before closing it back, then she took her phone again and texted Axel...

Cassie: Tomorrow night when Kash leaves for the mission with the squad members, I'll come to your unit.

Immediately she clicked 'send' , the bedroom door opened, and Kash came out, looking droopy-eyed and pale from tiredness.

"Baby" Cassie quickly turned off her phone, standing.

"Your necklace?" He asked, noticing it first. He touched her bare neck.

"I lost it yesterday, it must be somewhere in this house. I'm still searching" she awkwardly replied.

Kash gave her an exhausted smile, then she hugged her.

"I'm so tired" he muttered.

"I'll made your favorite food, go freshen up and I'll give you a massage." She replied, patting his back.

"Glad I have you" Kash breathed.

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[Axel's Suite]

"You want us to ruin tomorrow's mission?" Abbey said.

He's standing in front of Axel with Paine, and Axel is blowing cigarettes like a local on the couch.

"There'd be rewards. The Promotion ceremony will soon be held. You both don't wanna go from Privates to Specialists?" He said.

"Not all squad members are going on the mission. Only ten people are going since it's a party, and the list of the ten isn't even out yet" Paine said.

"Ten or not, I'm sure one of you will be on the list. I don't care if it's only one of you, just ruin the mission" Axel insisted.

He dismissed them after they gave him their word, and he picked his phone from the couch when it chimed.

It's the message from Cassie.

"I knew it" he laughed in victory.

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[President's Mansion]

Located in the heart of Greece, the building towered above almost every building in Greece, it's only competitor being the DeVille Castle.

It's built to serve Greek history and paint a unrivaled medieval picture with it's period-like immaculate walls and sleek marble flooring. 

Surroundings are bedecked with sprawled flower gardens, and every inch of the property has threatening weaponed guards walking around.

Plus the excessive shower of lights which gave the mansion a vainglorious touch, the moonlight seemed to sit on top of it.

Four arrived in his Hyundai sonata, and the mansion gates were automatically opened for his entry.

The overprotective atmosphere only means one thing... The president's son is back.

His coming has been announced even before he came, so he was led to the president's meeting circus where the old man is sitting with different foreign guards surrounding him.

He's in his late sixties or more, and his hair is all gray. His features are memorable... especially his well-carved nose which looks aristocratic.

President Spyros Dimitris.

Four gave him the needed salutations, then he took off his coat before settling in front of the man.

"Four DeVille, the man with the unforgettable name" President Spyros said smoothly.

Four remained silent on his comfortable chair.

"I was told you only speak when necessary, so I'm gonna cut to the chase. Why did you request to meet my son?" President Spyros questioned.

"Cos I wanna see him" Four replied.

"Why?" President Spyros asked again.

"Cos I wanna see him" Four remained blank.

"He's difficult, isn't he?" A rich voice said as someone else entered the circus.

Xanthe Dimitri, the president's son.

He's not as tall as Four, but he's got his own share of tallness and full hair which is in a mullet. His nose is pointed like his dad's.

President Spyros left the circus after giving four a probing look, then Xanthe took his seat, his tattoos dark on his open chest.

"I've heard a lot about you, Four. The man who spent nineteen years in his room." he smiled sleekly.

"Cancel the venetian masks from your birthday. Make it an ordinary party, and have everyone scanned before they enter the garden" Four replied, going straight to the point.

"Why? My birthday is Usman's next target?" Xanthe smartly said.

Four went flat against his own chair, and Xanthe sighed, drumming his fingers on the table.

"Usman...that bastard" he muttered before facing Four again.

"And I'm guessing you didn't want to tell my father cos he'd insist on cancelling the party?" He said.

"Obviously, and that's all. You can leave the rest to my squad" Four replied, standing up.

He walked out of the circus, and three minutes later, he's back in his car at the wide park.

He grabbed the steering wheel for a second, his fingers leaving impacts on the leather as he let out a little sigh.

Kash's call rang on his mobile, and he took the phone with a pull to his brows.

"Yeah?" He brought it to his ear.

"I'm about to release the names of the mission goers, and I added Teal's name as the hitwoman like you ordered" Kash said.

"Go on" Four rasped.

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[Military Base, Teal's Suite]

Luckily for Teal, she has companions.

Rook, Brent, Shannon.

April is with Skye again, and it seems they'd be seeing less of her these days which is understandable.

Skye needs her.

Teal needed something to take her mind off what happened between her and Four, and she luckily got these three company keepers.

Brent is preoccupied with the rulebook. Rook and Shannon are chatting.

"Wait... guys! The Master Sergeant is not the highest Sergeant rank!" Brent suddenly read from the rulebook.

"Of course. Major Sergeant comes before Master Sergeant, but Major has never been chosen in this base before, so it's always the Master" Shannon replied.

"So what if the General suddenly changes his mind and decides to choose Major? The Major will be above Four? Who's worthy of being above him?" Teal said, and all eyes turned to her.

"Battery..did you just speak in his favor?" Rook blinked.

"I'm just stating the obvious, don't twist it" Teal quickly replied.

"Major will never be chosen, no one is eligible for that position, so y'all just calm down while we wait for the list of mission goers" Brent said.

"But Morgan's case is still shocking, she's definitely facing the disciplinary board" Shannon said.

"Did you watch the video?" Teal asked.

"Of course, it's important to have something to taunt her with later. She slapped me when you were locked at the pavilion, and I'm still gonna slap her back" Shannon replied, and Teal caressed her cheek.

"Thank you" Shannon pouted, and Teal chuckled.

"It's out!" Rook gasped immediately the list appeared on the squad group.

They all checked their phones quickly.

"Rook, Stormy, April, Theo, Abbey, Shannon, Brent, and Teal?" Brent read out the names.

"Teal? The hitwoman?" Rook and Shannon chorused shockingly.

"Me?" Teal said shockingly too, not believing her ears.

Why would Four suddenly add her to the list after how sinfully he touched her earlier?

What's his point? What's that snake up to this time?

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[Next Day, President's Mansion]

Three cars brought the squad members, and as they alighted in the dark second park, everyone went to their designed posts.

At the overnight class, they already studied the blueprint of this mansion, so it's easy to locate places.

Teal is the only one who'd enter the party with Four.

Theo and Rook will stay in the compound.

Kash led the remaining four to the top of the small buildings.

Seeing the squad and the hefty guards surrounding the property, penetration seems almost impossible, but Usman is a hellhound who'd find a needle in a haystack.

Teal and Four were the last to get down from their car, and the tension Teal has been trying to erase finally hit her on the skin like raging tsunami.

Four drove the car throughout the one hour journey, and no conversation happened between them.

Knowing his personality, he can stay silent all day unless provoked, and she's grateful for that.

He focused on the pavement while she focused on her phone.

That eased the awkwardness a little bit, but now that they're out of the car and heading towards the party garden together, she felt the awkwardness in waves.

Her gown is black with moderate jewel stones in the front, and the back is low-cut. Not too tight, not too free. Not too extravagant. 

It was provided by the cantonment store, and she's wearing one of those fancy white gloves which will definitely be soaked in blood at the end of this party.

Her shotgun is strapped to her thighs, and her poisoned knife is strapped to her second thigh.

Four made insane arrangements before tonight, so the garden and compound is surrounded with explosives and non-active bombs already. 

She made sure to keep her distance from him as they walked to the garden entrance, but she could feel his thorny eyes on herself.

There are surveiling guards in front of the garden who're scanning the loaded guests, checking for any foul play.

Teal was marked as one of the guards, so she wasn't checked.

She was about to rush into the hall when she was blocked, and she blinked up to see a quirky guy who has a welcoming smile on his face.

If the pictures she has been seeing are true, then he's the president's son—tonight's celebrant.

Xanthe.

He's wearing a black studded tux with undone buttons which flaunted his inked chest, and his right hand is already stretched forward.

"No date at my party? Let's fix that, nice to meet you... beautiful. Your name is?" he sweetly asked

She paused.

Despite the fact that she's looking at him, she's also vigilantly looking around for any flux..

"Your name is?" Xanthe's rich voice came again, and she averted her gaze back to him.

She offered no smile since she's not in the mood to mingle tonight.

He's handsome—story for the gods. Not her.

She decided to just reply him and go in, but the moment she stretched her hand forward to take his own, her hand was immediately covered by a bigger, warmer one.

Four's presence fell beside her, and she looked up at the mountain of a man whose eyes are literally bleaching Xanthe.

"Married" he frostily said, and Xanthe frowned.

Teal tried wriggling her hand from his raw hold, but he fisted it tight, almost breaking her fingers.

"Married?" Xanthe repeated.

"That's her name, she's Married" Four declared like a breeze.

TBC.

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