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Draco.

The male gagged, his legs flailing in the air. “No…one, my lord,” he wrestled out the words, choking.

“Let him go!!” Isolde slurred, staggering toward them.

Draco was so annoyed, all he wished was to crush the male’s windpipe. How dare he touch her when he hadn’t had the luxury of know...

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