Her Three Wicked Mates
Ash leaned in to loudly whisper, “She means she’s a thief. A damn good one, too.”
“Oh.”
My brows rose in surprise. A thief. Cool.
“Was that a compliment I heard coming out of your mouth, Ashley?” the other woman, Aya, asked.
Ash blushed a stunning pink and Aya and Nalanie cracked up. I hid a grin behind my hand, content to watch their interaction.
“That’s not my fucking name,” Ash said, his tone full of deadly promise.
“Whatever, sugar.”
Aya’s gaze caught mine. “Welcome to Penumbra where all the guys are dickheads but the girls kick ass. I’m Aya.”
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