His Baby, My Revenge
I rolled all the way towards him, mirroring his movements by dragging my fingers down his arm, “You can talk to me about anything, Az. I won’t judge you.”
“Not even if I told you I’m dying to taste you right now?” he arched a brow, making me giggle. “Is there really a bad time for that?”
“In that case,” he moved to get up, but I placed my palm against his chest, “Talk first. Eat later.”
“That’s no fun,” he pouted.
“You’re clearly troubled,” I whispered. “How did she die?”
“I guess we’re going for the throat right away,” he let out a humorless chuckle before searching my face, “Finn killed her.”
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