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Chapter 173 — Breakfast, Lies, and Birthdays

作者: Kristina Angels
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-19 16:17:41

Theo’s point of view

By the time we leave the bedroom, the hallways are empty. Not surprising—it’s almost noon, and everyone else is probably downstairs already, plotting, fighting, or stuffing their faces.

Eva’s fingers slide over my wrist as we walk, teasing. Testing.

“Stop it, woman,” I growl against her ear. “Unless you want to go back upstairs and get railed against the windows.”

She laughs like I amuse her. “Hold your horses, King. You’ve had enough for today. Now we eat. Then we work.”

I mutter something very un-kingly under my breath. Enough? As if. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what I want to do to her. My whole damn body’s still buzzing, and it’s not from the lack of coffee.

We take the elevator from the fifth floor down to the ground floor, the ride slow, deliberate, like the universe itself is conspiring to edge me. Eva leans casually against the wall, pretending she’s not the reason my self-control is currently hanging by a thread.

As the doors ope
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