AureliaDayton’s face went white. Recognition hit him then, he knew exactly who Chase Hunter was.Chase leaned in closer, his knuckles white in the fabric of Dayton's shirt. “Apologize. Now.”“I… I’m sorry,” Dayton stammered, his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t know she was yours—”Chase’s fist cocked back, veins standing out on his forearm.I stepped forward without thinking, my hand landing on his bicep. “Chase.”He froze, his eyes cutting to me, still furious, but something else flickered there too. Possession. Relief. Hunger.Slowly, he released Dayton, who slid down the hood like a rag doll and scrambled back into his car without another word. The Ferrari peeled away with a screech, leaving rubber on the road.Silence fell, broken only by the low idle of Chase’s bike.He turned fully to me, his jaw tight, helmet dangling from one hand.“What the hell are you doing out here alone?” he demanded roughly, the gravelly quality of his voice sending sparks down my spine.I lifted my c
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