Page 61 of Envy

And Amy? She’s Prey—just like me.

“Hey, man.”

Leo claps a hand on Azriel’s shoulder, greeting him like an old friend.

Azriel doesn’t so much as blink. He merely lifts his chin, utterly indifferent.

Leo doesn’t take the hint.

Instead, he slides into the booth next to Amy, making himself comfortable.

Azriel’s jaw tics, but he doesn’t say anything.

A small smile tugs at my lips.

“Aren’t you abandoning your friends?” Azriel asks, gesturing toward Leo’s crew across the bar.

Leo doesn’t miss a beat. “They’re fine.”

I swallow hard as my eyes dart toward Garret.

He’s watching Leo like a predator. Unblinking. Seething.

Leo, for some reason, seems immune to the death glare currently directed at him.

Then, just to fucking test fate, he smirks and winks at me.

“Wink at her one more time, and I’ll rip your eyelids off.”

Garret’s voice is low. Deadly.

“That’s your only warning.”

“Garret—”

But before I can stop him, he yanks me out of the booth.

Drags me outside.

Pushes me against the brick wall of the building.

The sun dips below the horizon, casting the alley in shadows.

Time slows.

His body presses against mine, heat radiating through my clothes.

“Because you’re mine,”he growls.

Before I can speak, his lips crush against mine.

I gasp—and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth.

His hands grip my thighs, lifting me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking.

“Mine.”

He squeezes my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.

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