"Do you know how much I was worried about you? I've been looking everywhere for you," he said in a quiet voice, trailing her neck with his greedy lips, which earned him a moan from her.

"Do you also know how long had been waiting for you?" She cried. "Have been waiting for years." She chuckled, arching her neck to give him full access.

"It's felt like ages." Slowly leading her to the bed, a diabolic voice interrupted their moment of relish.

"Dorothy!"

Dorothy, who appeared to be Darcy, detached herself from Neal immediately, like being shocked by an electric current.

"You selfish useless thing!" Laurel scorned. "You shall be punished!"

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As she said, two black hair ladies marched forward, one of the ladies holding a cuff. About getting to Dorothy, Dorothy pulled out her two blades, jerked Neal into her arms, and placed one of the blades on his throat.

"Try me," she said, giving them a sinister smile.

Neal gasped, his eyes wide in shock at the deft movement of Dorothy's attack. And his eyes flipped wider when he turned to Laurel and the two ladies.

They had horns like a ram, their ears were wide and long like a rabbit, and their eyes were green-leaf in color.

All in a double-breasted jacket, black breeches, and boots. And in Laurel's fingers, Neal noticed the singlet golden ring glittering. And in her eyes was anger as she stared at Dorothy.

Slowly, Laurel's lips curved into a devilish smile as she shifted her gaze to the blade on Neal's neck.

"Then go ahead and do it." She said, looking into Dorothy's eyes. "Do it!"

Dorothy, now looking like them but with sharp fangs and claws, stared at Laurel, hidden fear behind her steady gaze as she wondered what was going on in Laurel's head.

"You should all leave now, or I'll kill him!" She said, her voice a bit quivering, and her heart drumming in her chest, knowing how useless her threat was to Laurel.