he whispers. The crowd stared, horrified. This wo

in disgust, but her

e across Devin's suit, a

air as strips of expensive material f

s breadth from his skin, a demonstration of contro

Brioni suit was reduced to a pile of pat

l that was left was a pair of cartoon-print bo

e Devin, whose entire identity was built on im

the fight completely gone from him. His eyes

finished a mundane chore. She looked at the pale, terrified

r. She wasn't just a violent m

way, a tall figure descended th

ort. He had decided

and, but blood still seeped through, adding a d

aight to the whimpering pile

ards rushed to him, bowing their h

on Devin. "This is the h

ensive, custom-made leather shoe,

nch echoed in t

a raw, animal

ow, icy whisper in Devin's ear. "Sh

ight in any newspaper or on any blog, I promise you

ken by pain and terror, began to sob, banging his head on

y then did he turn to Adria, his expression a complex mi

ion of ownership. He was announcing to everyone,

e hated it. She had just escaped one cage;

d her, his tone that of a man

le stride. In one swift, shocking movement, he bent down, hooked an ar

. She had never expected su

fists against his broad, unyieldin

clamped around her legs. He glanced at the stunn

ing the struggling, cursing Adria, leaving behind