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"Enough. Stop saying you'd go to your grave for me Tavyna." Nassir said firmly, following the human even as she pulled away from him, headed towards her doors. The mere act of her turning her back on him made a rare panic and disappointment churn in his gut. His heart thudded louder in his chest, feeling somehow anxious and unsettled at her calm demeanor. At her vow.

"Tell him I kept you then. We're still talking." the djinni stood in front of the shahzadi, blocking her path out of her room once more, this time with his body instead of magic. Looking down at her with an almost pained expression, the male placed his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes. Eyes that he could tell were hiding more than what she said. She was keeping something from him. It angered him greatly, but he also felt strangely hurt by the thought of her keeping secrets.

"Stop hiding from me. Is it because I scare you Tavyna? Do you wish you'd never acquired my ring? Why would you say you'd die for my freedom? You ask me to say what I am thinking...but I don't even know what's on your mind!" His voice was insistant, questioning. IT didn't sound harsh or bitter, but almost lost.

Looking down at the ground even as he held her shoulders, Nassir shook, trying to keep himself composed. He didn't want to rant, to explode with frustration about his conflicted, frighteningly powerful emotions. "Dammit, I don't want you to risk your life for me!"