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I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 122

“Plenty,” Jareth answered, not bothering to hide his smugness.

Niamh shot back, “Mr. Bragg, I bet you’ve never even kissed a woman before, have you?”

Her words hit a nerve, and for a moment, Jareth wanted to throw her into the ocean. The woman knew far too much. Because he really hadn’t ever kissed a woman.

Gritting his teeth, Jareth grabbed her wrist and pulled. Niamh lost her balance and tumbled into his arms. Before she could react, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Niamh’s mind went completely blank. The world seemed to stop.

Jareth’s mind, however, was racing. He was consumed by a single, critical question: what was he supposed to do next? He couldn’t just keep their lips pressed together like this, could he?

“Hey, look at that passionate pose. I want to try that,” a young woman cooed to her boyfriend as they strolled past.

The comment snapped Niamh back to reality. Just as she was about to shove Jareth away, he suddenly pulled back. He grabbed her by the arm, lifted her up, and unceremoniously pushed her aside.

Niamh stumbled back several steps before catching her balance.

“Jareth, what the hell was that?” she demanded.

First, he kisses her out of nowhere, and then he shoves her away? Was he insane?

She walked quickly, and even with his wheelchair at max speed, Jareth couldn’t keep up. A wave of regret washed over him. He must have been out of his mind to tease her like that. She might have had children, but it was obvious she was still innocent in many ways. When he’d kissed her, she had been completely frozen, clearly even more inexperienced than he was.

Wiping away her tears, Niamh reached the side of the road, intending to hail a cab back to the hotel.

Jareth swerved to cut her off, ready to apologize, when suddenly, several figures dressed in black emerged from the nearby bushes and rushed toward Niamh.

A cold dread seized him. This was bad.

Before he could react, one of the men was behind Niamh. A swift chop to the back of her neck, and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

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