Claiming His Stepmother
Ethan reaches out, his thumb grazing the dark, angry mark he left on my neck.
A cold, satisfied smirk crosses his face.
"Consider this your first lesson, Zora. My father wants a companion. I want a sinner. And you? You're going to give us both exactly what we paid for."
"Better start thinking of a good lie, Stepmother," he murmurs, stepping back and reaching for his Scotch.
"The sun comes up in four hours. And Arthur Reynolds likes to have breakfast together."