Echo POV I stalk over, grab her by the back of the neck, and kiss her. Hard. She thrashes, slapping at my chest, but kisses me back like a good little psycho, teeth nipping, tongue fighting for dominance. I pull back with a groan, tasting her on my lips.“I’m keeping your phone,” I rasp, pocketing it. “You get it back when I’m home.” No running.She sits, glares, and that look—fuck—makes me want to bend her over the table and make the whole bar watch.“Echo, no fucking her on the table,” Ghost barks, reading my face like a neon sign. “Go with Theo!”I lean down, mouth against her ear. “Run, and I’ll hunt you down, drag you back, and this time? I won’t play nice.”She tilts her head, smi
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