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I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth even as no one reacted. Like this was the most normal thing. It dawned quickly on me just how utterly dangerous the man that held me now was. I had seen him rip into wolves ten times his size, but it took seeing him render people unconscious with nothing but words for it to fully sink in.
"Vladimir, why would you..." I breathed.
"They will wake up in a few hours with headaches, nothing more. Consider it a mercy," his voice remained impassive as he gestured to the guards, who picked up the women with the delicateness of children with toys. "Their jobs here are terminated," he said matter-of-factly.
His hold on my hip remained gentle, reverent, as if I was made from spun glass.
"We are late," he murmured, his eyes finding me again. "Can you walk?" he asked me.
