A hoarse, mechanically altered voice echoed in Xanthea's ears, sending chills down her spine as she stood in a dimly lit room filled with a pervasive, musty stench.
—The guardian of the Queen crown?
So, the reason no NPC had approached her before was because they had left her to face the ultimate big boss!
He must look terrifying, right? Maybe a gaping maw, a green face with sharp fangs?
Trembling, her eyelashes fluttering, Xanthea tried to calm her nerves. "If you're guarding the Queen's crown, then guard it. Why are you holding on to me?"
"You were about to take the Queen's crown."
Well, that seemed logical.
"Okay, I won't take it, just let me go!" she demanded, struggling to break free.
But the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. It seemed he relished in the shivers of fear running through her body, as he nuzzled into her hair and his large hand greedily squeezed her slender waist. His breath was hot and heavy on her sensitive neck—a completely possessive and lewd gesture.
Xanthea froze.
What was he doing?
A normal NPC should have let go at her request, but he didn't. Instead, he intensified his hold!
"Let go of me, now!"
"I can't bear to, what do I do? Ms. Nightshade, you're so clever and enticing, lurking in the shadows has made me crave you. I've been wanting to…"
He whispered three words into her ear that made Xanthea's eyes widen in alarm.
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