Alexia’s POVI followed Ace silently, letting him lead me down the cold, dimly lit hallway of the main house. The tension in the air was almost tangible, each of his strides deliberate, echoing against the stone floor. My pulse raced—not from fear, but from the electric charge that always seemed to spark between us, a dangerous line we constantly danced around.“You’re going to enjoy this,” Ace murmured, not looking at me but somehow speaking directly into my bones. His tone was dark, low, and commanding, and it made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I wanted to roll my eyes, I really did, but instead, I felt my chest tighten.“Enjoy what exactly?” I asked, trying to mask the flutter in my stomach, even though I knew he’d heard it.“That woman,” he said, his jaw clenching, “she’s about to learn what happens when you mess with me.”We reached the practice room he often used to train and interrogate. The space was stark, with only a table, a few chairs, and the faint scent of gun oil l
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