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knew it would be a matter of seconds before Spyro was pushing inside her again.
    Smiling sickly down at her, he gripped his base and moved to enter her.
    “No!” a voice roared.
    Kalliope looked up and was shocked to see Damianos rush into the room. He grabbed Spyro by his cloak, tossing him from the bed onto the floor.
    Spyro cried out in anger, getting off the floor and lunging at Damianos.
    Damianos punched him square across the jaw, Spyro’s bones made a sickening crack as they came into contact with Damianos’ fist.
    “You were told to stay away!” Damianos bellowed, his bright blue eyes an angry storm of rage.
    Cradling his jaw, Spyro stood up, his eyes twinkling maliciously.
    “And what are you going to do about it, Damianos?” he challenged, “Stop me?”
    “That’s right, I’m going to fucking stop you!” Damianos lunged for Spyro, but this time he was too quick and ducked, sending Damianos onto the floor.
    Spyro laughed a cold, hard laugh.
    “Poor Damianos,” he mocked. “Always the one to come in and save the day! Just like you tried to do with your filthy mother!”
    Kalliope, who had silently been urging Damianos off the floor, snapped her head up to look at Spyro. What did he know of Damianos’ mother?
    “You. Leave. My. Mother. Out. Of. This,” Damianos whispered.
    He lunged again, and this time made contact with Spyro’s gut.
    Spyro fell over, coughing and spluttering as the wind was knocked out of him.
    “You don’t get her!” Spyro wheezed, staggering back up to his feet.
    “I claimed her!” Damianos roared. “I respect her! I care for her!”
    “I care!” Spyro gasped, still trying to catch his breath.
    “Lies! You beat her!”
    Spyro took a gulp of air, and stood up, his eyes wild and frightening. “You don’t always get your way, Damianos! You can’t just take everything that you like! You cannot always take what’s mine!” he shrieked, lunging for Damianos. Damianos wasn’t quick enough, and Spyro punched him in the eye.
    Damianos yelled with pain, and cupped his eye. When he pulled his hand away, Kalliope could see blood from a cut just above his brow line.
    Frantic, she tugged at her restraints, desperate to get up and help in any way she could.
    Spyro laughed again, circling Damianos as he wiped blood from his eye.
    “I will kill her before I let you keep her to yourself,” Spyro promised spitefully, his voice barely audible.
    Kalliope gasped, feeling more tears stream down her face. Every fiber of her being was filled with terror, and she suddenly and desperately wished she had never come to Hera Selene. Her life with Gaia may not have been ideal, but she was comfortable there, and she felt loved and safe.
    All the treasures and luxuries of Hera Selene were not worth the additional fear that came along with it.
    Damianos had straightened up, and his eyes were cold steel. Kalliope shrank back against the bed, frightened. She had never seen another human with such hatred and violent determination in his eyes.
    “You will never lay a hand on her again,” Damianos vowed softly, moving towards Spyro in slow, calculated steps.
    Spyro threw his head back, erupting in nasty laughter.
    It happened so quickly that Kalliope wasn’t sure it had actually happened.
    Damianos lunged for Spyro, grabbing him by the throat, and throwing him against the wall.
    Except, he didn’t let go of Spyro’s throat.
    Shocked at Damianos’ quick movement, Spyro’s eyes popped open, and he grabbed at the hands around his throat.
    As Damianos threw him against the wall, he pulled back on Spyro’s neck and with all his force, slammed Spyro’s head against the stonewall.
    There was a sickening crack as his head hit the stone.
    Kalliope heard herself scream, and squeezed her eyes shut.
    There was no sound.
    Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and saw Damianos release Spyro’s throat. She watched Spyro slide slowly down the wall onto the floor. His eyes were wide and glazed over, a look of