He met my gaze, and there was no flinching in him now, no softness. I wanted him to tell me there was a way to keep her from doing anything else, short of giving me the fourth mark. My beast roared through his body, and his beast answered it. Something rubbed against my skin, like some large animal pressing its body along the length of mine.
He laughed, then said, Watch your back, okay? I will, you, too. When I move, let me hold you for just a little while. Could Hannah hear your voice?” “I don’t think so. Belle Morte, too, I said.
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