Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle
Bella let out a choked scream, gripping the dashboard.
Lili and her friends climbed out, sauntering toward us. “Look who’s out for a morning drive,” Lili called, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “The artifact thief and her little maid. Did you think yesterday was the end of it?”
Before she could say another word, a new sound cut through the mountain air—a deep, powerful engine purr, close. I glanced in the rearview mirror.
Damon’s silver-grey beast-cart, sleek and lethal, pulled up right beside my driver’s side door, so close the metal nearly brushed. He didn’t get out. He simply rolled down his tinted window.
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