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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 bour

pletely 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