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Yves King quickly set aside the wineskin, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he pounced fiercely, shouldering baby Cade with force. Ignoring her struggles and pleas for mercy, he slapped her hard on the buttocks, "The fire you started isn't going out; there's no denying it."
Yves King earnestly admonished baby Cade, heading toward the large bed. "Little girl, I'll just have to devour you first before attending to the needs of my five internal organs."
Baby Cade flailed against Yves King, punching and kicking, shouting loudly, "Old King, you're not allowed to play hooligan! I'm going to scream."
Yves King found baby Cade's fists and kicks as inconsequential as itching through boots, and turned a deaf ear to her words. He continued toward the bed, tossing baby Cade onto the soft covers and said with a wicked grin, "Scream, go ahead and scream. Even if you scream your throat raw, no one will save you."
