ANNAThe hand on my mouth was tight, unrelenting, and my stomach dropped as I realized whose voice had just spoken. Cold, venomous, familiar.“Luke.”My voice was barely more than a whisper, but it carried every ounce of disbelief, anger, and fear I felt. I shoved against him with every ounce of strength I had, managing to wrench the hand away and take a staggering step back.He didn’t move, didn’t flinch. His eyes were dark, stormy, and I realized—too late—that whatever control I had thought I had over this night, over my life, had been stripped from me the moment he appeared.“So,” he hissed, the word sharp, slicing the air between us. “You’re just another slut, huh? First my brother… and now me? You really do have a type, Anna.”Something inside me snapped. Something primal, burning, screaming for him to know just how wrong he was. My hand shot out before I even thought, connecting sharply with his jaw. The sting of my own palm reverberated through me, but I didn’t care.“How dare
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