Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul
Aurelia watched the exchange carefully, her eyes moving between them back and forth, almost as though she were studying the conversation, and then Axel pointed toward Ruin.
“Look at his face.”
“I am standing right here,” Ruin said.
“He always looks offended now,” Axel muttered.
“I am offended now,” Ruin said.
Axel grinned. “There it is.”
Something happened then. Aurelia’s eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly, and then a small sound escaped her, not crying, not fussing, but something else. The room went completely still; every adult froze. Aurelia made the sound again. A tiny bubbling noise escaped her, and then suddenly she smiled—a genuine smile—and immediately afterward, something none