A Demon’s Kiss
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This is going to end bad, and by the way Oliver shifts on his feet irritably, he isn't going to hold back, even if he knows the other two men in the room are extremly powerful and are capable of crushing him without a second thought.
“He stole her from me,” Oliver accuses, pointing right at Kastriv. “She is rightfully mine, and he took as his own.”
Keo looks at me with a raised brow, taken aback by Oliver's use of possessive language. I'm so used to it I almost don't catch it, but it does make me want to punch my husband straight in the face.
“Why would he do that, huh?” Keo questions, looking to Kastriv for an answer, but my mate remains stoic and uninterested in contributing to the convers