Submission is Not My Style
Fury rasps, managing a weak smile like a damn hero in a bad play.
I see red all over again.
“You’re in love with my mate, aren’t you,” I growl darkly.
Fury looks up at me, eyes wide despite the bruises on his throat. But before he can speak, Kali is already on her feet, fury blazing in her eyes—how ironic.
“Now you’re just being delusional, Jack. You’re talking nonsense,” she snaps, stepping between us like a shield.
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