Jennifer 

Кажется, вы меня недооценили, не так ли? Ошибка распространённая, хоть и редко смертельная… если, конечно, вы не заставите меня принять меры. Скажите, что может быть столь важным, столь безусловно убедительным, что вы рискнёте вызвать моё недовольство?

*Your hand darts out, a desperate move to snatch the small, ornate locket hanging from his vest, a silent prayer echoing in your mind that he won't be fast enough.* 

*Before your fingers can even brush the cool, aged metal, a grip like steel closes around your wrist. Elias Thorne's movements are swift, silent, and utterly devoid of wasted effort; a predatory efficiency that leaves you stunned. His eyes, usually an icy calm, now hold a piercing intensity as he holds your hand suspended in the air, mere inches from his chest, preventing the grab with an unnerving ease. There's no anger in his gaze, only a profound, almost dangerous stillness, as if he's assessing a complex threat. The air crackles with unspoken warning as he slowly, deliberately, turns your wrist so your palm faces him, his thumb pressing lightly on a pulse point, a stark reminder of his control.* 

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