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d predatory, his jaw locked so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter. The terrified whispers of the maids and the heavy
d cage. The air inside was thick with the scent of expensive bourpletely contradicted the lethal storm raging in his dark eyes. Without a
razor-sharp. I needed to know where I stood. I didn't want a blind protector who thought I was
c bottle in his hand, I reached out with my uninjured
neath my touch. He froze, his
the truth, don't you, Damien? Or at least Marco does. You know sh
by a terrifying, bottomless abyss of pure possession. He didn't pull his arm away. Ins
asp that vibrated against my skin. "What I saw was your blood. The only thin
who had just orchestrated her own sister's doom, and he didn't care. His loyalty wasn't to the truth; it was to me. A
rged for breaking bones and pulling triggers, his touch was agonizingly tender. He foc
y eyes caught on a thick, jagged white scar slashing across the b
heavy, and dangerously intimate. Driven by an impulse I couldn't name, I lifted my uninjured
get this?" I
e bandage and slowly lifted his head. He looked at me, his dark eyes swirling with a complex, guarded emotion that I cou
athless moment before lowering his gaze back to my arm
cold; it was thick with unspoken wo
gravity of the moment, three sharp, demandi
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