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Her silence was a defiance in itself, and he looked at her as he loomed over his fiance. He pressed a paw gently to the side of her face, and when he spoke his voice was commanding. Demanding instant obedience.

“Ignita.” He said, pushing her to look at him. “Promise me.” He would not let her get away with avoidance or half answers. He had laid out the law clearly, and he expected her to agree and obey. This was his way, and of all the people in his life, he especially required it of Ignita. The love of his life.