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Kai, weary, dropped Lorelei's hand and followed the pair. He was hyper-aware of the many snipers around, watching his every move and knowing one wrong move--even a misunderstanding--could kill him within milliseconds

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Kai nodded along to Lorelei's words until her father's question slightly surprised him. He was careful to not show emotion except for gratitude. "Yes, sir." He said smoothly

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"No, sir, I wish my father dead." Kai said stiffly, grabbing Lorelei's had to steady the rage that began in his blood. Make your daughter my wife? Yes. Make her into aything like my family. Never. Kai wanted to yell these words in the man's face but his rational mind kept him seating and gently holding Lorelei's hand. "I want her as my wife, not as something like anyone in my family. She's not an object to me, sir, and certainly not something for me to train to hate her own father. With all do respect, sir, I would ratherrip my father to shreds than let him get his hands on her." Kai said, slightly snapping at the end. Again. Kai mentally corrected himself

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"Yes, sir. More than my own life."

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Kai stood, nodding in gratitude.