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“You sound like my father.”

“No, I’m Daddy, not a relative. So just hang out, and I’ll get you something to eat.” He kisses me again, making my heart surge, and then he’s gone.

I go and stroke the softness of the throw. A second one, the other I got during heat, and I don’t know where from, but I think now I do. That other one is a dark leaf green.

My heart spins this time and a sweet warmth spreads.

I wrap the throw around me, even though I’m not cold, and it smells both new and like Knight. It smells perfect.

My suitcase catches my gaze, and I cross to it and unzip the top. It’s full of everything I left behind, I suspect, as I pull out the sleeve of a top I left.

Reaper. He must have gone back, packed, brought it here. That makes me get a little warmer. I drag it into the bedroomand leave it near the bed, so I can unpack later. I’m about to leave when a glint of metal catches my eye.

Heart beating fast, I go to the side table.

There, on a black piece of material, is my necklace. From the apartment.

Reaper went in and got it.

I really, really want to cry.

Chapter

Twenty-One

Knight

After Lizette’s fed and calmed, I take the damned vibrator and leave it in Dante’s office before going back to her room.

The door is as I left it. Still closed, but as I reach for the handle, I close my eyes and drop my head against the wood.

Fuck.

How someone as smart as Dante can screw things is beyond me. Sure, he’s got his kinks, so do I, so does Reaper, but the sweet thing in that room’s innocent. He’s torturing her and enjoying it.

Okay, sure, I might have marked her, sunk my teeth into the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. And I tasted her slick. Point is, it’s all fucking up there in the land of decadent and divine and he needs to get over it.

No, that’s not the point.

Point is that she doesn’t deserve his brand of hard-core edging and denial shit. She might like it. Not gonna lie. Liz might like the way she quivers and almost purrs atDaddy/Dom play, even if I just dip a toe in with my tone, a touch.

But none of that takes anything from the fact she’s innocent. A virgin. And he’s giving her vibrators?

I head up the stairs, and Dante’s at the bar, a well-dressed woman next to him. She’s older than me, maybe around Dante’s age, gorgeous. And a weak alpha. She’s also Council.

Without sparing them a glance, I head to Julien, her gaze on me. She’s trying to work out who I am. It’s not anything like lust. I know that look, the pheromones it sets off in the air, even if I’m not interested.

And though he’s not looking at me, yeah, I can feel the hot lick of anger from Dante.

Fuck him.

Liz is no idiot. She won’t come up here. Ask me, and he won’t, but he wants to get his dick in her and he hates that. Fucker. But I don’t slow, don’t speed up, just head on out to the front where Julien is.

Glaring at two men.

“These are?” I ask.

“Council fucks.”

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