Chapter 18 A Dinner of Verbal Traps

LUCIAN'S POV...

The resonance crystal on the teak counter pulsed with a faint azure glow, gauging every erratic heartbeat in the room.

Julian Vance wore a thin, razor-sharp smile, his eyes pinning the two of us like a predator waiting for its prey to make a fatal mistake.

His demand for a kiss wa...

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