WICKED PROVIDENCE Book 2
Avery’s eyes flickered, betraying a calculated moment of "terror."
Bennett seized her chin in a crushing grip, forcing her head back to meet his chilling stare. Despite her state, her spirit seemed to flare like a dying star. Bennett could see the flicker of mockery in the depths of her irises, and for a fleeting, dark second, he almost felt a spark of admiration. He became convinced that even under the silver-tipped lash, she would never howl for mercy. If they had met under the Laws of the Moon rather than a cage, he might have found himself enthralled by her fire.
But the timing was a curse. She was a wild, untamable force—a storm destined to never be housed in his den. However, it ignite
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