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Chapter 29

(Dimitri's POV)

"Don't get too excited, wife," I drawled. "Want me to kill him in front of you?"

Her lips parted, the grip on my hand eased, and she took in Tan and the scene more thoroughly now, from his bound wrists to the man beside him, to the revolver that sat on the table.

I caressed her soft thigh with my thumb. "No better time for a second thought, don't you think?"

She swallowed, and, in unveiled aversion toward my dinner party, she said, "A funeral would be a better time than this."

A smile touched my lips. "As you can see, we're still working on my wife's manners."

Emily either didn't like the degrading nickname or her manners being criticized because her nails pressed into my hand, leaving little crescent moons behind, if not blood. Her hair was in my face, curly, untamed, and exuding a faint summery scent. While I would usually be annoyed with a resentful woman on my lap who smelled like innocence and sunshine, I wasn't there yet.

"Do you remember what I said to you du
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