Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
“Logan’s friends are hosting. You should come.”
She drew herself up, trying to sound firm. “I’m not going to any party, Thorne.”
That made me smile. I leaned closer, just enough that she could feel the warmth of my breath. “You’re always cute when you try to act tough.”
Her lips parted, maybe to argue, maybe to ask why I was stillrhere, but I stepped back, letting her go. “Good night, Little Fox,” I murmured. “You might want to show up… unless you’d rather be stuck with your match-maker aunt.”