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Chapter 4

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me against the

ing. He leaned down until his face was inches from mine, and the familiar scent of his co

in about South

chest hard. "Yes. Ar

art hammered against my ribs. I was desperate to throw him off my scent-to

ng back. I locked myself in my room and pressed

chimed with a syndica

rare, public statu

ly. Per

he mattress. He was celeb

had posted a photo from a brightly-lit café. On the

screen until m

d only allowed Julian to keep it in his penthouse because he'd once claimed the story helped him sleep-the onl

wave of fury

Julian. **Why did you give my property

. **It's just a book. Are you

aking i

ve. **Come get all your thin

shaking hands, so I clutched it to my chest and marched out of t

or, the heavy mahogany

s throwing my belongings out the door-spare clothes, cha

he roared when he saw me. "I c

mask I'd worn for eighte

ally gathering my scattered belongings from the floor. The clothes. The c

utched the pile to my chest, a

pped outside, th

nted toward the main gates, soaked instant

unded the pave

of his grip spun my entire body on the slick pavement. My arm

hair to his forehead. He grabbed both my sho

going to South

inside m

d my own throat bloody. "Just tell me your choice

an f

od perfectly still in the pouring rain, par

disappeared i

om his soaked pocket and dialed his lead enforcer. His voi

et that book b

s a single scratch on it, I will burn her fa

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