Alpha Brat
No way I am getting out of here without trauma or orgasms, probably both.
Corrian kicks off his spot, standing to full height. Every other man shrinks back an inch, including Jax who drops my hand, stands and sidles up to the ghost leant by the door. It looks like he nuzzles into the assassin's shoulder.
The heat is making me hallucinate.
Ezra speaks, pulling me from my spiral.
“So this is her?” he asks, barely glancing at me.
“This is her,” Corrian says, nodding.
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