Abaddon’s Girl
My eyes snapped open.
Abaddon.
Standing by the bathroom door, arms crossed, his gaze burning through me like fire.
I jolted upright, scrambling to cover myself. “Get out!” I spat, heart hammering.
He chuckled, leaning lazily against the wall, eyes gleaming with something dark and knowing. “Go on. Don’t stop on my account.”
Heat rushed to my face. Fury. Shame. Want.
Without thinking, I stood, stepping out of the tub, naked and dripping, meeting his gaze with defiance.
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