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My feet come to a halt soon after I round the corner. There’s no way I’m going back in there, but maybe I can find Jeremy or Nikolai and tell them to break the fight apart. I’m not one step in when a merciless hand wraps around my neck and pushes me back so forcibly, the breath is knocked out of my lungs. My spine hits a solid edge, a door, before it’s swung back and I’m thrust inside a bedroom. “Where do you think you’re going, my little rabbit?” Dark blue eyes crash into mine with the lethality of a natural disaster, a train wreck, and a war. Combined. There’s no other word to describe Killian other than intense, and I’m right in the middle of his madness. The eye of the storm. I claw at his wrist with my nails, even though he’s not squeezing. I just don’t want to be at his mercy—or the lack thereof. “You want to fight? I’ll give you a reason to fight.” His hold tightens and he shoves his knee between my legs, slapping them apart and thrusting his thigh against my core. “I could chok