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ceaselessly, until the door slid open.
     
    Que thundered into the room like an oncoming storm, a tornado waiting on the horizon. Vivienne didn’t even have time to react before he was kneeling on the bed, his knees framing her thighs and his hands pinning her shoulders to the mattress.
     
    She stared up at him, eyes wide in surprise, and bit out, “Can I help you?”
     
    “I would like to think so,” Que very nearly snarled, “but I’m beginning to have my doubts.”
     
    He pressed her more forcefully against the mattress, his fingers digging into her shoulders.
     
    “I have tried to be nice. I have tried to be civil and to win your favor. But I have seen the way the others look at you, and I know how they yearn for you to be theirs.” He shifted his legs, so his lower legs were pinning her knees.
     
    “I will not let that happen.”
     
    Vivienne thrashed viciously beneath him, writhing like a captured wildcat. Her back arched as she tried to buck him off, but to no avail.
     
    “So ‘no’ really does mean nothing to you,” she spat, doing everything she could to keep her voice steady, even as terror began to build, pooling in her chest and her stomach like molten lead.
     
    He scoffed.
    “I have tried to earn a yes,” he snapped, “and that method seems rather slow and inefficient.”
     
    He dug his fingers against her shoulders again, almost to the point of bruising.
     
    “The fact remains that I could have you however and whenever I wanted, and you would not be able to do anything about it.” His expression seemed torn somewhere between a vicious glower and a triumphant grin.
     
    “I would stab myself ,” Vivienne informed him, with a voice as hard as steel and as cold as the mirror.
     
    Que stilled, his grip on her shoulders loosening. “I beg your pardon?” he asked, in a voice gone carefully neutral.
     
    “If luck was on your side and I became pregnant after just one attempt,” she continued, her words low and determined, “then I would stab myself in the stomach. I would cut it out of my belly and throw it at you, just so I could watch you mourn over it as I bled to death.”
     
    They stared each other down, like buffalo facing off on the plains, neither one ready to give in.
     
    Que gave in first. He sat back against Vivienne’s legs and after a moment, he managed a faintly disbelieving, “You would really do it, wouldn’t you? You would kill yourself.”
     
    “If I could keep you from getting what you wanted from me?” Vivienne laughed harshly, and it felt and sounded like broken glass. “I would do it in a heartbeat.”
     
    Without his hands pinning her shoulders, she could finally get enough leverage. She twisted sharply against the bed, dislodging him just enough for her to pull her legs out from under him.
     
    Like some sort of eel, she squirmed away, twisting away from him to plant her feet on the floor. She lunged for the door, dodging away from Que’s grasp as he reached after her.
     
    The door slid open, and Vivienne sprinted out. She followed the path to the stable, because from there she knew how to get outside. Her timing turned out to be impeccable, as she bolted out the stable doors just in time to see a transport lifting off of the ground.
     
    She hopped up onto the back edge and curled her hands around a bar along the rear entrance, pressing herself to the back of the transport so she wouldn’t fall off. There was barely enough room for her feet, but she had balanced in more difficult places before, and anger and adrenaline made it easier.
     
    She didn’t know where the transport was going, but she didn’t care. It was going away from Que, and for Vivienne, that was good enough.
     
    When the transport turned towards the city’s distant silhouette, Vivienne couldn’t tell if she was relieved or apprehensive or both, but she clung onto the bar for all she was worth, even when her knuckles hurt and her arms grew stiff.
     
    It was only once the