Chapter 20 Predator in a Tuxedo

"I hate this," Ryker growled. "It feels like a straitjacket."

I faced the tall mirror inside the hotel room we’d sneaked into, fixing the edge of his dark suit jacket.

You seem..." I stopped myself.

Ryker scoffed, yanking the silky knot loose - absurd, he thought.

"Dangerous," I corrected.

Ryke...

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