Sold To The Graves Triplets
He was the only one who truly knew the depth of the game I was playing.
We stopped directly in front of Larkyn Ambrose.
The man looked every bit the legend he claimed to be, but to me, he was just another target.
"Larkyn," I called, my voice smooth and cool. "I'd like you to meet someone. This is Atlas Graves. My boyfriend."
The air between Atlas and Larkyn turned tense.
I deliberately introduced Atlas as my boyfriend, watching the way Larkyn's eyes narrowed behind his silver mask.
He was trying to play the protective father, but Atlas didn't flinch. Atlas stood with a confidence I knew all too well.
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