RAVENThe warehouse smelled like rust, motor oil, and something feral I couldn't name. Jax's hand around my wrist was iron-hot, his grip just shy of painful as he dragged me to the center of the space where the other bikers formed a loose circle."Let go of me." I tried to yank free, but he didn't budge."Lesson two," he said, pulling me closer until I stumbled against his chest. "Never show weakness. The pack respects strength. Fear gets you killed."His eyes were black fire, and this close I could see the scars, one cutting through his eyebrow, another along his jaw. Battle scars. Killer's marks."I'm not afraid of you," I lied.His smile was slow, dangerous. "Yes, you are. I can smell it on you." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "But that's okay, princess. Fear keeps you alive. Just don't let it make you stupid."He released me abruptly and I stumbled back, my wrist burning where he'd held me. The other bikers watched with predatory interest, and I realized they were
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