The THORN LUNA
he asked, eyes scanning me.
“Her soldier,” I said.
He grinned, but it wasn’t warm. “No such thing. Emily doesn’t keep soldiers. She keeps tools.”
My body tensed, but I didn’t respond.
He cracked his knuckles. “And now she wants me to break you.”
I knew it.
No hesitation.
Adam struck first—fast, brutal. I barely dodged, but the second punch caught me in the ribs, and I stumbled back, breath knocked from my lungs.
He came at me again, and this time I fought back—every move honed by years in the wild, every strike filled with the desperation of a man in love.
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