The Warlord's Defective Prize

Only Mine

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Only Mine

"You wanna die, boy?" Dorian asked.

His deep voice startled Nyla as her skin laced with goosebumps. She didn't dare turn to look at him. The expressions on Trent's face told her enough.

"I... What do you mean, king?" Trent tried to play it cool.

"Don't play dumb. You're flirting with my fiance as if you've plenty of lives to spare. Wanna waste a life or two?" Dorian growled lowly and Trent stiffen