THE WRONG DE LUCA

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t with fruit, croissants, and a coffee t

er clutch-dead. No calls

ilence that

set of clothes Julian had somehow had delivered to the room. Nothing fancy. Just soft deni

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rel

ied. "Good. Means you're n

will come

up. "Let him. That's

er more than i

oodshed because

started with you? This has been brewing fo

l, a black envelope arrived-no stamp, no s

ned it wit

a phot

blood on his cheek. A note written in Damiano's

s knees

ground, his hands firm on her arms. "

know that!"

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bargaini

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from him. "I s

back,

stay, my f

nswer. That was

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ming in her chest. "You think you're any better than hi

idn't drag you. You ran.

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't ask

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ur eyes. You were suffocating in th

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ts against his chest. "Th

shing her ear. "Then stop

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was

fire. It was teeth and tongue and desperation-a k

breathless, she stared at him

se he

ere was no

omised to

fallen for

the kiss was loude

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e. Like she'd just stepped of

es darker than midnight, pupils blown wide wit

do that?" s

nched. "Because I'm tired of

y fiancé'

tard who only wants you

dded. "Then w

ho'll burn this world befor

eep in her twisted little soul, that so

hate you,"

hate

step clos

ed her cheek with hi

-

e broke the tension by pulling away, gra

Just said, "Don't go f

nd on the handle.

pure sin. "Tha

st walked the block u

ent of smoke and distant rain. Her heart was a wild thing,

to get engaged. Fake her way through it. Gath

pen inside her. Something dangerous. A

the apartment, it w

on the table in his

to counter. Don't open t

r. The weight of it settled on her chest

was th