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out into the dark night. She ran blindly, her only goal to get as far away from the castle as possible.
    “Fairies, I need a horse,” she said.
    Nothing happened. The fairies were fickle, it seemed. So she ran on.
    She’d cut the Beast badly. Was he okay? Her conscience tugged at her, but she tamped it down. She’d had a chance to escape, with him so close and her hand gripping the handle of the saw—so she’d taken it. When he bared his fangs at her, she knew he’d eat her alive, no matter what protestations he made on the matter. Even if he’d done incredible things to her body with those big hands of his.
    Cutting him and fleeing was the right thing to do. The only thing to do.
    Hideous howling and growling surrounded her in the dark forest. She gasped, freezing on the spot, afraid to move lest she betray her location to the Beast.
    The growling came closer. Not the Beast—no—wolves!
    Belle screamed and swung her saw around her in a circle, trying to make herself as big and threatening as she could. But the wolves knew they outnumbered her. Her frantic posturing did nothing to keep them at bay.
    ROARRRRR
    Belle turned to the sound behind her. The Beast!
    “Get behind me,” he roared. “Now.”
    She scrambled to obey, fearing for her life.
    One wolf jumped at the Beast, and he gnashed his teeth, sending it tumbling to the ground. The Beast bared his bloody fangs to the pack, his own growls overtaking those of the wolves.
    Finally ( thank the Lord! ) the wolves scampered off into the woods.
    Belle gripped the saw in her hands. The Beast swiveled and knocked it from her grasp to the forest floor. She cried out in surprise.
    He picked her up, throwing her over his broad shoulder. She screamed again, frightened to be so high up off the ground, and he was moving so fast, sprinting back to the castle.
    “Beast, I’m sorry I hurt you,” she wailed, certain he was carrying her to her death. But he said nothing in reply.
    When they got back to the castle, the Beast set her down in front of him on the stone.
    “Are you all right?” Beast asked, his expression filled with concern.
    Not what she’d been expecting. “Um…I’m quite all right I think, thank you. I mean…thank you, for saving me.”
    He grunted.
    “I’m…I’m sorry I cut you,” she added weakly. “Please don’t eat me.”
    “For the last time, Belle, I will not eat you!”
    Belle trembled. “Thank you.”
    “You deserve to be spanked for pulling a stunt like that,” he growled.
    She hadn’t received a threat like that since she was a child.
    “It’s not my fault,” she said. “You confused me. First you made me feel so…amazing—that thing you did to me—but then you scared me half to death and I —I just want to go home. I can’t stay your prisoner forever. I’d rather die.”
    She looked up, expecting to see anger, but instead, he looked sad.
    “You’d rather die than live with me?” he asked softly.
    Was this a test? If she answered yes, would he eat her?
    “I can’t stand the thought of being here forever, and never seeing my Papa again. That’s all,” she whispered.
    “I’m sorry, Belle,” he said. “I know what it’s like to be imprisoned, to want to be set free.”
    “Someone…someone imprisoned you?”
    “Yes.” He paused, as if surprised by his own words. “That’s why I need you to stay. Why I can’t let you go.”
    “Please, sir,” she said. “I’ll do anything if you’ll give me my freedom.”
    The Beast bared his fangs and she cried out.
    “I apologize,” he said. “That’s just…that’s what I look like when I smile. No need to fear.”
    “That’s your smile?” she gasped. “I thought you were going to eat me.”
    Beast shook his head, his mane flowing down his muscular back. “If you say that one more time I will eat you just to shut you up.”
    When he bared his teeth again, Belle held her ground. “You’re smiling again, aren’t you?”
    “I am.”
    “Well. So glad my