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"Uhm… Your Highness…" Mike reluctantly butted in. "I think we really need to move now. You both can continue your chat in the car instead." 

"Oh!" Elijah looked up,. "You're actually right." 

He stood before leisurely offering his hand towards Izabelle. Which Elle simply stared at with the same spiteful look in her eyes. 

"Be good, Sunshine –"

"Be good?" Elle snorted. "You really expect me to be good after all that you did to my husband?" Elle glared contemptuously at Elijah. 

"If you don't accept my hand on the count of three, I'll have you put to sleep too, Princess Elle." He stated, his grey eyes in the darkness were bright and dangerous. 

"Can't you see I'm holding my husband? I can't –" Elle retorted, giving an excuse. 

"Mike." Elijah gestured at the man next to them and without a word he came and grabbed the unconscious Sebastian from Elle's arms.