"Hey there, sweetheart," Rook drawled, his voice low and dripping with false charm. "Need some help with that?" I took a step back, my grip tightening on the case of beer. "I've got it," I said quickly, my voice steady despite the panic rising in my chest. "Thanks." He didn’t move. I turned sideways and tried to squeeze past him, but he stepped forward, pinning me against the doorframe. His body was too close, the heat of him pressing into my space, and I could smell the sharp tang of whiskey on his breath. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my chin up, refusing to let him see how much he rattled me. “You’re not as tough as you think you are, Rook,” I said, my voice low and even. “Back off.” He chuckled, dark and mocking. “Oh, I like a woman with fire. Makes it more fun when they break.” H
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