Chapter 47 More Intimate Than Sex

“Shut up.”

The word cracked out of him.

His hand slammed me down.

My shoulder hit the floor. My skull rang.

Zane’s eyes were bloodshot, feral, like I’d torn something open that had been stitched shut for centuries.

I grinned.

“Jealous?” I asked, almost pleased. “You don’t get to be jealous. Wh...

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