the leather sofas with a reckl
ard she tasted copper. Her chest heaved. The ghost of the boy who had
sive frame directly in front of Isla, blocking her from the s
. He leaned to the side, trying to catch Isla's eye. His ga
aid. His voice w
ure in the r
s. "Who the hell are you, and why are yo
is chin up defiantly. "I'm the future son-in-
cé. Her fingernails dug into her palms until she felt wet b
nd him. He reached back without looking and grabbed
ble taste in women, Cantrell. Your fiancé is
lene. He took a step forward, reaching his hand out
arson's hand away
, the veins in his neck bulg
air crackled with violent male aggress
tiss started digging into Karson's past. She took
orced her eyes to widen in
, her voice shaking viole
in the chest. He stared at her blank
apels, tears spilling down her cheeks. "P
t-circuited his rage. He wrapped his arm around her
yguards stepped out of the shadows, slamming their
alcony, the autumn wi
d her back against the cold stone pillar. He box
, his voice a low, terrifying
d. She couldn't t
e. I've seen him at their parties... People in that circle, they always look at me with those eyes, ma
g for the lie. But Isla's terror was r
her shivering in the cold wind, his chest tightened. He stripp
to look at him. "Coffey women d
er face into the warm silk of his
Curtiss's jacket draped over Isla. Karson's hands c
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