Chapter 18 Strip

Zane’s thumb stopped moving on my wrist.

His eyes darkened.

“Who hurt you, kitten?”

The question was low. Dangerous.

I opened my mouth.

Nothing.

Lucien leaned forward. Elbows on the table. “Answer him.”

Vincent’s hand slid to my thigh. High. Possessive. Fingers digging in just enough. “We’re not ask...

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