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He would not award his words with a response, not this time. He only allowed a soft, nearly forced laugh.

Bumping his head to Samir's shoulder he began his trot back into the territory to take his exit.

Arslan understood well that these things were a cruel game, and he played to win. He would frustrate Samir, beat him down until he was compliant. It was bound to happen to one of them for it was the nature of men, was it not?

There would be no love here without cruelty. It was what would fuel their passion, rather than diminish it. It is the law of nature.