Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 584

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Andre kept coming. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world.

I reached up and pulled the ring off my finger.

He stopped.

It was barely a pause a half second, maybe less, just his stride breaking slightly his eyes dropping to my brand.

I lunged forward and grabbed his sword hand.

He wasn’t expecting that. I got both hands around his wrist and wrenched sideways. the way Alina had drilled into me years ago using his own momentum againya 2800.

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Chapter 584

I still knew every word.

“Mom.” Max’s hand tightened on my arm. “Drop it. Look at me.”

I looked at him.

He had dirt on his face and his lip was split and his eyes were wide and scared and absolutely certain, all at once. He looked eleven years old and he looked forty, and I loved him so much in that moment it was almost unbearable.

“Drop it,” he said again.

I opened my hands.

The knife hit the stone.

The vision of the Moon Goddess dissolved completely, and the corridor came back- hard and hot and real, the red sky above the gap in the walls, the noise of the crowd somewhere behind us, muffled and distant. I sat back on my heels and exhaled, and for a moment I just stayed there, hands empty, catching my breath.

Then Andrei got up.

He moved slowly at first, one hand bracing against the wall, and then he straightened to his full height. He looked at me. The shock was gone from his face. What replaced it was something flat and deliberate and very, very cold, and he bent and picked up the sword from where it had fallen and held it at his side.

He started to move toward me.

Max moved, growling low in his throat like a little wolf, but I put my hand out and stopped him. I got to my feet.

Andrei kept coming. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world.

I reached up and pulled the ring off my finger.

He stopped.

It was barely a pause–a half second, maybe less, just his stride breaking slightly, his eyes dropping to my hand.

I lunged forward and grabbed his sword hand.

He wasn’t expecting that. I got both hands around his wrist and wrenched sideways, the way Alina had drilled into me years ago, using his own momentum against him,

and the sword scraped against the stone wall and clattered down. He shoved me back hard and I hit the wall, but I didn’t fall, and still had hold of his hand.

I slipped the ring onto his pinky finger. It was the only one it fit.

He froze.

“We got married beneath the willow tree,” I said. “It wasn’t the wedding we had planned. You had to march off to battle the next morning, and we just needed a ceremony. Something to bind us, to mark us before the world ripped us apart.”

He still wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the ring.

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