Echo POV They keep talking, something about schedules, dues, a new shipment, but the words blur into static. My mind slips away again, dragging me under like a riptide. I’m back in my room, Davina above me, wrists bound in silk, her thighs clamped around my head, that smirk sharp as a blade. She’d lean down, whisper bad bunny, and I’d beg, full-on, pathetic, please, for her to ruin me. I’d let her tattoo her name on my chest, carve it into my skin, brand me until the world knew I was hers.Something shifts. A chair scrapes. Laughter fades. I blink, the fantasy shattering like glass. The table’s half-empty. Nathan, Mason, Theo are all gone. How long was I out? Minutes? Hours? My pulse spikes. Where’s Davina?I whip around, eyes scanning the bar. She’s not at the table. She’s at the bar, leaning against it, laughing at somethi
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