RUTH’S POVThe master suite smelled of expensive cedar and the sterile scent of fresh white paint. It was supposed to be my victory lap—the room where Jordan and I would finally outrun the ghosts of the old estate. But as Reign carried me across the threshold, his arms like iron bands around my waist and knees, the room felt like a stage for a crime I had been begging to commit.He dropped me onto the massive, king-sized bed. The mattress was firm, untouched, a pristine white altar that was about to be defiled. I tried to sit up, my breath hitching in my throat, my silk wrap sliding precisely off one shoulder."Reign, stop... your father," I gasped, the word father sounding like a hollow, pathetic curse in the face of the hunger in his eyes."My father is miles away, drowning in his own secrets," Reign rasped, his voice a low, vibrating chord that settled deep in my pelvis. He didn't move away. He climbed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress, pinning me down without ev
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