Savage Heart
along his jaw and bruising around his left eye, but he was whole. He was alive. "Worried about me?" There was something vulnerable in the question, as if the idea of someone caring about his wellbeing was foreign to him. "Yes," she whispered, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. Beneath her palms, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart and the solid warmth of muscle. The fabric of his shirt was torn, revealing glimpses of the intricate tattoo work that covered his torso—a guardian angel on one side, a demon on the other, locked in eternal battle across his ribs. "We sent a message," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "Hit three of their operations, took out two of their enforc
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