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Chapter Eleven - The Escape

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Matteo wipes the sweat off his face with his wrist and leaves a streak of someone's blood across his face. He won’t meet my eyes; instead, he stares at my chest, where the bullet hit, like it’s a crime scene.

“I need an explanation for what happened here, or I’m going to start cutting into you for one.”

“Are you fucking insane? Touch me with that knife and I’ll make sure you’re the one bleeding,” I snap.

His mouth twitches, half fury and half something else that definitely isn’t pity.

“Do you really think I want to hurt you? I want to make sense of..." he pauses as he struggles to find a word to explain what he means, "...you.” he decides on finally.

“Good luck with that,” I shoot back with a snort. “I can’t even make sense of me, so I doubt that you're going to be winning any awards anytime soon.”

Cassian steps closer to me and studies me carefully.

“Hmm, your breathing is steady. Pupils are normal. Skin feels warm." He lists as he reaches out to run his fingers over my skin and I
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    Matteo wipes the sweat off his face with his wrist and leaves a streak of someone's blood across his face. He won’t meet my eyes; instead, he stares at my chest, where the bullet hit, like it’s a crime scene.“I need an explanation for what happened here, or I’m going to start cutting into you for one.”“Are you fucking insane? Touch me with that knife and I’ll make sure you’re the one bleeding,” I snap.His mouth twitches, half fury and half something else that definitely isn’t pity. “Do you really think I want to hurt you? I want to make sense of..." he pauses as he struggles to find a word to explain what he means, "...you.” he decides on finally.“Good luck with that,” I shoot back with a snort. “I can’t even make sense of me, so I doubt that you're going to be winning any awards anytime soon.”Cassian steps closer to me and studies me carefully. “Hmm, your breathing is steady. Pupils are normal. Skin feels warm." He lists as he reaches out to run his fingers over my skin and I

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    The bond slams sideways into me, and again my wrist sears. Rhett roars in fury, and Matteo jerks like a live wire just ran through him.I feel him. His fury. His disgust. His fight against it. It crawls under my skin as raw as Rhett’s rage and as sharp as Cassian’s control.“Congratulations,” Cassian says smoothly, eyes flicking between us. “Now you’re all invested.” My body’s splitting three ways, and I can't do anything about it.“Stop,” I grit out, but nothing stops.Rhett yanks the chain as his rage only grows at the prospect of more men to compete with. The collar flashes white as he drags a breath in and spits out a word.“Mate.”It hits me hard. My pulse stutters and heat spikes through me. My body tips toward Rhett without my permission. I catch myself on the table, nails digging uselessly into the steel as I try to ground myself.Matteo feels it too. I can see it as the bond yanks through him, and his jaw locks like he’s choking on a snarl. “Do you feel that? She feels it.

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