Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha
"Silas was way more theatrical than that. It’s buried under the Old Mint. Or rather, what the Old Mint became after the city sold the deed. It’s a private, underground club now. They call it The Gilded Cage."
"Fitting," I rasped, reaching over to kill the water. The silence that followed was sudden and heavy. I grabbed a towel, wiping the moisture from my face as I stepped out of the stall. The cool, air-conditioned draft of the loft hit my damp skin like a slap, but I didn't bother covering up. There was no point in modesty anymore—not after the way she’d looked at me in the basement, and certainly not after what we’d just done on the kitchen table. "Silas always loved a bit of poetic irony
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