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His eyes locked with Xavier’s, calm, unbothered, even as the room seemed to pause around them.
“Protecting your wife,” Adrian replied, his voice steady, almost lazy in its defiance. “Since you were too busy—” his gaze flicked toward the crowd where Celeste still hovered “—entertaining.”
Xavier’s jaw clenched, his stare dropping to where Adrian’s hand held me, his jacket swallowing my shoulders, my lips parted as though I’d just whispered something forbidden into another man’s ear.
Heat rolled off him. Possessive. Lethal.
“She’s mine,” Xavier said, each word edged with steel.