Page 62 of Harley & Her Ferals

He appears focused into military mode.

He’s clinically cold now, and I’m the enemy that he’s zeroed in on destroying.

I pale, as if I’m staring at an entirely different man.

I shouldn’t be allowing Harbinger to set the pace, but he’s a true predator. The tables have been turned into me being the prey.

How the fuck has this happened?

“Perhaps, I’m the one who kidnapped him.” Harbinger raises his pierced eyebrow. “What if I’ve been stalking him?Obsessed.”

I attempt to kick him, but he dodges easily.

A sickening realization floods me.

He was only playing with me before.

I try again but don’t come close to connecting.

Feral looks up now, sensing my distress. He leaps up, leaving Vinnie in a puddle of blood but still not unconscious.

We haven’t won yet.

Please, Feral…

My heart is beating rapidly. I don’t understand why I’m this scared.

I make myself force out, “I don’t believe you.”

“Devastating.”

Then faster than any other fighter I’ve faced, Harbinger loops the chain in his hand, before reaching to snatch me by the hair.

He yanks me closer.

I fight and scratch, but Harbinger ignores me like I truly only am a kitten.

When Harbinger slips the chain around my neck, dragging me against his chest, panic rushes through me.

Hell, no…

I kick my legs, raising my hands to try and prise him away from my throat.

He twists the chain.

I hear Feral’s furious howl.

Harbinger is going to strangle me to death.

“Please…” I thrash side to side, as my lungs burn.

My throat is screaming in pain.

My body is buzzing and tingling.

“Go to sleep, little Kitten,” a voice whispers in my ear.

Then my vision fades to black.

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